Life Lesson #8 from savvy Emily Lockwood
BEFORE AND EVER SINCE is now available! I get lots of questions asking me what it’s about.
Basically, the main character, Emily Lockwood has alot on her plate. She is successful in her own right, with a solid real estate career, but has a headstrong daughter, a mother who marches to her own drummer, and an ex-husband who needs sex therapy. Enter into this picture a house with an agenda, and the return of her first love, rocking a tool belt and a paintbrush and dark eyes full of secrets, and Emily just flat out has things to get through and get over. I call them the “Emily Lockwood Life Lessons”.
We can all learn things from Emily. 🙂 And this is the last one she has to share. I’ve so enjoyed sharing Emily and her life lessons with you! I hope you’ve enjoyed it too.
Life Lesson #8 from Emily in BEFORE AND EVER SINCE…
MOTHERS KNOW EVERYTHING, NO MATTER HOW OLD YOU GET.
…an excerpt from the book…
I rounded a corner of the wall and leaned my back against it, breathing in the cold air fast to stop the burn from coming back up.
But it wasn’t to be stopped. Everything stung on its way out. My skin felt hot, my eyes burned, my stomach threatened to upheave the nachos. My chest felt as if it would cave in from the lack of oxygen, as my sobs took over and beat the crap out of me. I slid down the rough brick wall till I was half sitting, half squatting on the ground.
Why the hell did he have to come back? If he didn’t want me then, fine. So why was he back now, acting as if he did? Holding me like that. Looking at me like that. Stirring up old shit.
I jumped half out of my skin at the sound of my mother’s voice, and I scrambled unsuccessfully to get to my feet.
“Jesus, just—stay where you are, I’ll come to you,” she said, slowly getting to the ground. “Just takes me a minute.”
“I—just needed some air, Mom, I’m—”
“Oh yeah, I can see you’re the picture of wonderful,” she said. “Everyone has meltdowns behind buildings when things are going well.”
“I know,” I croaked. “I must look like a lunatic.”
“Luckily I speak the language.” My mom took one of my hands. “You’re in love with that man.”
New tears. New burn. “Well, that made me feel better, thanks.” The hiccupping sobs returned. It was all kinds of fabulous that other people could see what I was killing myself to keep hidden. Of course, the latest floorshow probably hadn’t left much to the imagination. We danced like people in love.
“Damn him,” I hissed.
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