“That works. See you at seven,” I agreed, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in my stomach.
At seven sharp, I walked into the bustling coffee shop, spotting Roger at a corner table. He looked up, giving me a small smile.
“Hey, Melinda,” he greeted me as I sat down.
“Hi, Roger. Thanks for meeting me,” I said, fidgeting with my coffee cup.
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“So, what’s on your mind?” he asked, leaning forward.
“The girls. They’ve been… sabotaging my relationships because they still hope we’ll get back together,” I blurted out.
Roger looked shocked. “What? Why didn’t they say anything?”
“They were scared. They thought I’d be mad. But it’s more than that, Roger. They miss our family. They want us to be together again,” I explained.
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Roger sighed, rubbing his temples. “I had no idea. I thought they were handling the divorce well.”
“I did too. But it’s clear they’re not. I know we had our differences, but maybe… for their sake, we should try to work things out,” I suggested hesitantly.
He looked at me, a storm of emotions crossing his face. “It’s not that simple, Melinda. We had real issues. That’s why I decided to remain single after the divorce.”
“I know. But maybe we can try counseling. See if there’s anything left worth saving. For the girls,” I pleaded.
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Roger sighed again, looking out the window. “Alright. Let’s give it a shot. For the girls.”
