I remember my parents fighting when I was young. My dad worked really, really hard. He didn't come from money, but my grandparents were nice people who went through a lot of unexpected traumas that put them in debt. I don't know their entire story and they're gone now. My dad always told me to follow my passions and do what you love. I never understood why he gave that advice. He and my mom fought relentlessly over his passion projects (as mom called them). She'd convinced him he'd never amount to anything and up and left us one day for some rich dude. I still remember her leaving me and never looking back to say goodbye. That wasn't the last time I saw her. When she was single or divorcing the next guy (she's on marriage seven? eight? I lost count) she'd find a way to manipulate me into seeing her. I can't help it, she's my mother and what son doesn't crave some attention from their parent. I've always wanted to make her proud--and my father--so I worked hard. I went to college, then on to get my MBA. Girls came and went, but I didn't know how to feel anything, you know.
Grand and Morgan jokingly set us all up with Heather, Shay, and Sarah, who were close friends. The down to Earth trio made it fun, easy. Grant and Shay had their falling out, but eventually ended up back together. Grant knew he wanted to be with Shay forever, but she wasn't so keen on it. Morgan and Heather, you could say, were in love at first sight. Sarah and I just had fun together. No fights. Everything stayed smooth and peachy. I thought the ease of it all was 'love'. We eventually got married, something I didn't think I would do. Sarah seemed different. The wedding was perfect. The honeymoon even better. Back to real life, my business boomed. With the housing market showing promise, I started my own renovation/flipping business. Sarah went to school for accounting, but told me she wanted to focus on getting my business off the ground. Little did I realize, she spent the first three years of our marriage slowly investing in her appearance. I will never understand why she needed it all to be happy. It started with botox. Just a little here and there, then grew into more. I couldn't tell you half the names of all these procedures. Thousands of dollars disappeared. We continued living paycheck to paycheck until one day I asked her for a divorce after a brazillian butt lift procedure had her looking like a completely different human. It was like no matter what she did to her body, I couldn't keep up with the demand, and she wasn't happy.
Heather and Shay stopped talking to her long before our divorce. Right around the time she started poisoning her good looks with poison. I don't know why they stopped talking, how the fallout happened.
Anyway, Sarah ended up serving ME divorce papers before I got around to it and blamed me for emotional distress. She blamed ME for emotional abuse that led her to get all this plastic surgery or else I'd leave her. Our business together was done. I had to dissolve it to give her the alimony for emotional distress from the five years of marriage. She says I made her damaged goods in front of the court, but in private? She told me she hopes I'm as miserable as she is and she'd make sure of it. Yeah, well, how can I be more miserable than I already am? The cruel bitch made it impossible for me to live near her so I had to get away. That's when I found Whitehaven. I gave marriage a solid go and it wasn't for me. I'm 34 and much happier minding my own damn business. Our divorce didn't take long to finalize. I gave her whatever she wanted just to get her out of my life. That was two years ago. The day our divorce ended was the ten year anniversary of our first real date together.