Mine,yours... Part 2.

There was also a little love in my life. Patrick. Ha was an amazingly handsome and an infinitely poor guy, but at the age of 17 he was overwhelmed by hormones, he was romantic and had nice abs, and a seductive smile so we got together. His father is disabled, his mother needed to take care of him and his sister with Dawn's disease, in addition to cleaning up the nearby mall. So Patrick has been working after school since he was 10 years old, and they were just lived day by day. Needless to say, our dates consisted of either walking in the park or studying in the library, he never had money for a single flower. I didn't have high demands, nor did it bother me that I paid for the hotel to took his virginity, and even after being admitted to college, I gave them half of my income from student work so they wouldn't have to be miserable.

Jules did usually agree with me on everything, since we had… i don't know… exactly the same taste? But she was never satisfied with Patrick.

"I understand , he is a normal and upright guy, but Sophie… just grab a rich dick that will take you and get your life on track!"

She said.

I stood by him, perhaps because of his brown eyes and curly brown hair, his perseverance, his honesty… He reminded me of my dad… at least until now.

When Francis finally successfully gathered enough evidence of her husband's misconduct, to make him divorce favorable for her, she filed for divorce 3 years ago. Her first thing was to move into our neighborhood with her daughter and after barely half a year of good neighborly relations, I found myself living with the four of us together. It was expected, but even then, in a blink of an eye, already a wedding. Well, it has been 2 years since Jules also calls my dad, as 'daddy' . I wasn't jealous, I knew Jules 'father is a real asshole.

I understood that he liked everything I had, since I have good taste, I understood when she stole my father, since hers could hardly be called her father, but the wedding ring and the guy with whom I planned my life? What the actual f*ck did she think? That's a lot, even for me!

At that moment, I was very grateful for the migraine, which was why I could only lie in bed like a piece of wood with a damp cloth on my head. Even the speech hurt, so I had time to think things through. Otherwise, I would have boarded the first plane to England and ripped that stinking sl*t along with the unfaithful worm.

Fortunately, that was not the case. Either way I calculated, divided, multiplied, I would draw the shorter one. I can't risk Dad's marriage, Francis is a really nice woman too. Plus, if we get into a fight with Jules, our friendship is over forever, because once I beat her, things will never be the same again. But we're not just friends because she's my step-sister. I can't just simply avoid her for the rest of my life.

Since Jules', Patrick's, and my friends are 90 percent the same, everyone knows I came to America for 8 months. Surely there would be a background story that I cheated on my boyfriend or didn't look for him, which of course I can't prove, but I don't properly refute either. So against the two money bags, presumably I wouldn't be favored by our buddies. However, based on the fact that their relationship was formalized on the social side and no one but Beth's eyes widened, they are probably a universally accepted couple by now. I think the circle of my 'friends' needs strong reducing…. I just don't understand why Dad didn't speak, he also knew we wanted to marry with Patrick next year.

Finally, I made two observations.

1. Jules suffers from some soap opera syndrome, that she obsessively wants to get everything that is mine.

2. I have good taste, she noticed it and with a 'what's good for you is better for me' mind set, she takes my stuff and my guys … see Dad and Patrick. She didn't reach the latter sooner because he didn't have the money, but this problem has been solved…

Either way I look, it will be better to keep a safe distance from her and if I will have a relationship in the future he should be the poorest man in the world.

It was already evening when I had the strength to call Beth.

„Hello, are you okay?"

„Yes. Thank you for telling me those things… I would have been in a very deep sh*t if I went home to try on wedding dresses."

„Yes, but what are you going to do now? I would cut them out and even help you if you want! I know a guy who…"

„Beth! Thank you, but they actually did me a favor,"

„WHAT?"

„Just think about it… if we get married, I'm pregnant and then he cheats on me and leaves me… I don't want to end up like my father."

„True, you've always despised your mother for that… right. Better for you without the dickhead! Jules is also a money-hungry bitch! How can she look into your eyes after this?"

"Look, if we take itt hat way, Patrick has only been calling me once a month for about 5 minutes for 3 months, so I'll assume I've been single for three months. If they are happy together, my blessing is upon them! I just mourn the lot of money I wasted on him, helping the bastard for so many years, who replaced me as soon as he became a millionaire… believe me, Patrick wasn't so good in bed that I could even rub a tear for him!"

„ That's my girl!"

Beth laughed, and then we agreed to get drunk together in a month.

I woke up on Sunday morning with huge swollen eyes, a lot of crying had an effect, no matter how hard I tried to think of the bright side of this thing, I fucked up for that cripple for 7 years, no matter which point I look at it. If I add up the monthly salaries I have sent to his account in recent years… my heart is also squeezing.

I have been able to call myself successful in life so far, because I knew what I wanted, planned the path to the goal, and implemented it. According to my plans, in 3 years I would have gone from the position of general manager to give birth, within 4 years I would have wanted two boys, and then to continue my career at the age of 31. Patrick would have stayed home with the kids as he would have earned a fraction of my salary… but that plan is so much f*cked up now. I don't want to give birth after 30, it would be good to be an active grandmother in my grandchildren's life… and now I have to find myself someone else, dating… jobs…it requires plenty of time, and other things. I'm not in the mood for that.

Yes, I'm planning my stuff a little bit in advance, but this method has worked out well so far, so I don't intend to change it. Of course, I'm not claiming I'm fine with anyone, but I'm not too picky. Look out somehow, and have a decent job if you're a little demanding or have a sense of humor that's already extra.

So now I'm concentrating with all my might on the training, and a month later when I get home, though, with a smile, I will congratulate to the bride and groom. Let's say for the last part of the plan, I think I have to practice in front of a mirror every night, but it doesn't matter. It is just a matter of willpower…Yes, willpower!