Page 26 of Husband to Go

He won’t brush me off this time. He has to know we can’t go on ignoring our issues. We’ll have to actually talk about this sooner or later.

I take out my phone to make another call to Andrea. Maybe she’ll be able to help me figure out to say.

“Howdy, girl. What’s the juicy gossip now?” she asks.

I sigh.

“I did it again, Andi.”

“What?” Once again, I don’t know how to tell Andrea what’s going on. It’s beyond embarrassing, but I really need help. She has a sense of what I’m going to say and gasps.

“Oh my god, you don’t mean … ?”

I groan.

“Yes, Andi, yes. I mean exactly that.”

“Oh, Kylie. Is he really that good in bed? How can this be happening? Girl, you are inbigtrouble.”

“Andrea!” I know she’s trying to help, but it’s making me feel worse. “I feel awful already.”

“Okay, okay. So what are you going to do?” she asks in a sympathetic tone.

I think for a moment.

“I have no idea,” is my glum reply. “It seems I’m stuck.”

“Well, it doesn’t sound that bad,” she says diplomatically.

I make a face.

“Andrea, he’s marrying my mom!”

“Well, you got me there,” she concedes. “But,” my friend continues, “what if hewasn’tmarrying your mom?”

I sigh.

“I don’t know, Andi. The fact of the matter is that he is, and I need to figure out what to say to him, so he stops using all those charming words to get into my panties.”

My best friend clicks her tongue.

“Okay, I can help you with that. So you want to confront him, and you need to know what to say?”

“Yeah.”

“Just tell him you think he’s a piece of shit, and if he wants to keep doing what y’all are doing, he’s going to have to dump your mom and stop being a total tool. And if that’s a no, then tell him he can go to hell.”

I don’t say anything while biting my lip.

“So how does that sound?” my friend asks in a bright tone.

“I could try that, I guess.” Andrea is a lot more confrontational than I am, so it would probably be easier for her to call a guy she’s sleeping with an asshat. But if I can channel my Andi side, maybe I can say all those things to Tanner. My friend chortles then.

“I believe in you, girl. Go give him hell.”

“Thanks, Andi. I appreciate it.”

We say goodbye and hang up. With a plan in my head, I’m feeling a little better, but realistically, what are the chances I’m going to be able to take Tanner head on? Past experience tells me that he pretty much sweeps me off my feet whenever we’re alone together. Who’s to say that the next time will be any different?