Out of My League, Part 1

My life was perfect. I had a husband that loved me and three amazing children. We had two homes, a gorgeous lakehouse up north, and a beautiful, two-story home, in a wealthy neighborhood, closer to the company my husband owned. I spent my summers up north with the kids and our nanny, while my husband was only able to join us on the weekends. When the weather would start to cool, he'd come up, and we'd drive home together for the winter. I had the best of both worlds, or at least I thought I did.

That winter was different. The weather cooled, but he wasn't able to come, and I didn't want to wait. I packed a few bags, and early the next morning, we got in the car and headed home. The drive was different. Our nanny fidgeted in her seat with tension oozing off of her. I knew my husband wouldn't be happy that we were driving alone, he was always so worried about our safety, but he'd be happy that he wouldn't have to take time out of his very busy schedule to come and get us.

I was filled with excitement as our front door opened. Then it happened, my whole world changed.

I took off with the kids and headed toward my brother and his wife. They were my only option and were as far away as I could get. My only worry was them turning us away. They'd have every right to do just that. I'd deserve it.

As I stood at their front door, I knew deep down that nothing would ever be the same again.

I couldn't have been more right about that.

Secrets were kept and tensions were rising.

My life was a disaster.

Everything was out of control.

Sammie thought she'd help by dragging me and the kids with her to play baseball. It was her solution to everything, but she was wrong.

The one thing I didn't need to add to my troubles was another name to the list of people judging me, but it didn't take two minutes for the wannabe baseball player to hit the number one spot on that list. Who did he think he was? He knew nothing about me. He also had no idea who he was messing with.