#Snapped *on hold*

ANEX Dumont

Anex Dumont

I sat her on the bed, once again waiting for him to come home, and couldn't help the shiver that made its way down my spine, my mother's words echoing in my brain.

"Don't be stupid." She said. "Don't end up like me. Save yourself some money in the bank, under another account. That way if he leaves one day, you will be able to take care of yourself."

I turned and glared at her. "Mother must you always throw your bad luck my way? It's like you're hoping my marriage falls apart the way yours did." She scowled at me. But there really is a part of me that feels she really does want me to suffer like she did. That only fucks with my mind more and makes me suspicious of poor Tyler.

My lovely Tyler, who seems to always bend over backwards to show me how much he loves me.

"Anex Dumont, you mark my words. Your father would always bring me flowers after he'd been with another woman." She said gesturing at the lovely arrangement of orchids he had sent me this morning. The card read:

To my lovely wife,

I saw these flowers on my way to work.

Their exotic beauty, as well as the exotic smell.

Reminded me of you, so I had to send you a dozen.

Your eternal love,

Ty

I caressed the petals and smiled.

"I shall say no more, since it seems my advice lands on deaf ears." Mother says as she huffs and leaves the house in a snit.

Now here I am sitting on this bed alone. Ty is an hour late. He called and said he was still finishing up at work and would be late. But I can't help the replay of what mother said over and over in my head. I feel the start of a migraine again as I try not to think about it. Sure Father was a player through and through. But it was Mother's fault for staying.

As for me, I vowed to never be the weak and meek little woman of the house. I finished school and am now working at a successful law firm. To my detriment it is a firm that specializes in divorce. Seeing and hearing all the infidelity and other matters that occur in other relationships just makes me wonder about mine.

Granted, we married young and struggled to get to where we are today. I guess it was that need to finish that kept my mind occupied on other pressing matters. That is other than what my husband is or is not doing outside the home. I shake my head. He is innocent until proven guilty. That is our stance, so I try not to judge him, especially not based on what mother has said.

In an attempt to distract myself, I decided to get dinner started. I have always loved to cook and was almost ready to accept the offer I received from Le Cordon Bleu College of Culinary Arts in down town Chicago. But mother advised I would only make myself fat. If I persuade a career in cooking, I frown. But I guess I should be happy I paid attention to her. For it was the decision to go to law school that sent me into the path of Mr. Tyler Dumont.

I know what you're thinking; he must be a lawyer too. But you would be mistaken. He is actually a mechanic. Well business man I should clarify. He owns his own shop and was my knight in shining armor. The morning my car broke down on my way to school, he was on his way to work and stopped to see if I needed assistance. I was struck by his rugged good looks and that dimple in his cheek. Long story short it was a whirlwind romance that ended in us married within the year. Yet I still worry about him one day helping another damsel in distress. I frown and shake my head again as the pain in back of my eyes intensifies. "Anex, stop thinking about such nonsense." I chided myself and continued to cook the pasta. While it simmered in the pan, I moved on to the garlic bread. I had stopped by Panera Bread for some fresh Italian loafs.

I could not help myself as I glance at the clock. He was now an hour and a half late. I finish up in the kitchen and put the food on the warming compartment of the stove before heading to my computer. Maybe if I worked on a case I might be able to occupy my mind on something more constructive. I sat down and fired up my HP and pulled up a file. I was two pages in with no recollection of what I had read. It made me think I should exit out of the file. I sighed and logged onto the internet. Maybe I will find something on here that will help me stop the crazy path my brain seems to be traveling.