The next morning, I told them all goodbye at the hotel door. My face was drowning in tears that I couldn’t stop. It was heartbreaking to watch them go and that’s when I knew I might love them all, after all. When it hurt to know they were flying so far away, it finally became crystallized for me. I was in love with four different men.
I drove home an hour later with a heavy heart, and when I went into the house Mom was there. She’d taken the day off to be with me and she was on the couch waiting for me. I went to her and sprawled on the couch with my head in her lap, the way I did with Brooklyn.
“I’m in trouble, Momma. No, I’m not pregnant. I’m just in love.” I cried against her leg as she soothed me with shushing noises and her fingers in my hair.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me about this
