Chapter Eight
Saturday night comes around, and I have to give in to seeing Audrey. I can’t avoid her forever, and I shouldn’t be nervous. We’ve been friends for years, she’s like the other half of my soul, my person since the husband from hell is no longer in the picture. What am I worried about? She probably won’t even bring up the blog, or the comment. I’m glad we’re back to doing regular hangouts, my late husband never liked me and Audrey spending too much time together. Had actually told me once that he disapproved of her. The bastard. I’ve now figured out it was for a couple of reasons. One, he always had to be in control, and not the good kind of control like Kyle takes, but the bad, smothering kind of control. Two, the cheater always worried about becoming the cheated on, and he wa
