Descending the stairs, I became instantly cognizant of how quiet my house was. The quiet never bothered me before -- being alone had never bothered me. Away from them, I was beginning to feel lonely and detached. I realized I was changing - something that had never troubled me before - seemed like it was becoming an issue for me. It all came down to the fact that I could have this life alone by myself, or the life with them that was waiting for me, which was mine for the taking. It was my decision to choose which life I wanted. I looked at the clock, gauged my time, grabbed my purse and exited my house. I was locking the front door when I spotted my next-door neighbor on her porch. Mrs. Whitcomb had lived in her house long before I came along. …show more content…
I didn’t laugh. I just sat there looking at her as tears welled up in my eyes. She looked at me, and I watched the smile drain from her face. “You’re serious Annalisa? You’re not just putting me on?” Julia said with her eyebrows raised. I had no words. I put my face in my hands and shook my head. “Holy Shit, you’re serious, you’re really, seriously in this situation?” I pulled my hands away from my face, looked at her and said, “Yes.” We just looked at each other for a minute as she tried to process everything I had told her as being the truth. “I’m sorry the dirty whore thing was a bad joke. Even if you’re getting it on with the both of them, I don’t think you’re a whore.” “Well, that’s a relief,” I said sarcastically. "I don’t know what to say to all of this. I can’t believe you got involved in something like this. It’s just unlike you. You’re always so level headed.” “I know, I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t. They were determined from day one to make this happen. I’m falling in love with the both of them. You know how crazy this is. I could never find one man I liked enough, and now I found