As I got in the kitchen to start dinner I grabbed my wife's white and black apron and put it on so I didn't get dirty. I was fixing her favorite saute...ed shrimp over fettuccine alfredo. As the dinner was cooking, I went in and set the table with candles and a nice bottle of white wine chilling. As was working on the last of dinner, I heard her coming in the garage door. I subtlety called out to her and reminded her to go straight upstairs. I wondered what she was thinking as she found her outfit. Don't let anybody ever tell you differently: there is no fucking way to force anybody to trust you. Trust must always be earned, or it is meaningless and, more importantly, useless.My only hope is that I hadn't yet betrayed Mary's trust. I had threatened her, but I never had any intention to follow through on it. If Mary didn't think I betrayed her trust, then I may still have a way to fix her doubts right now, especially if her doubts were based simply on insecurity. Maybe, all I'd need to do. "We don't want you to leave us." Mommie will only be gone a few days, and then you will have a new brother. You can come to see me in the hospital," Margie assured them."Can we go to see our Mommie?" Tara and Muriel asked in tears, also."Yes, you can go tomorrow. Katie is very sleepy now. It's a lot of work delivering a baby," Margie told the four girls.We were visiting Katie that evening when Margie's water broke and she went into labor. I had to take her to admissions to get signed in and. ”“You and me, we’re not friends. You’ve never liked me, never approved of me and you’ve always been really frank that you didn’t think a chemist was good enough for your little girl. At this point, we’re not even in-laws, so who the fuck do you think you are, calling me to bitch about my divorce. Fuck you! You want to talk about being a man? When I found out that Beth was stepping out on me, I didn’t treat her like a whore. I didn’t raise my hand to her, and I didn’t resort to posturing. I’ve.