Tomorrow was the big day. Excitement coursed through me at the thought. Even though we were going to Mark’s parents’ house tonight, I felt good. I was not about to let Abigail get to me this evening. I wanted the last night with my husband before my trip to be one remembered with a smile. Though I was also realistic to know that it probably wouldn’t be the case. I didn’t trust Abigail as far as I could throw her.
This was not a special meal for me leaving. It just happened to be the regularly scheduled meal at her house. Thank goodness for the way plans fell for this. I couldn’t have handled doing it in my house the night before I had to leave. The house was a disaster and I really didn’t care at the moment to clean it for anyone, especially Abigail.