Anthony, more trouble in paradise.

Anthony and Monica were in a rut. After the twins grew into toddlers Anthony became somewhat distracted with work and extracurricular activities such as golfing and dining out with associates. He and Monica were going through a very rough patch. They both had such different interests and found that the only conversations they had were about potty training and bills. Anthony just wasn’t interested. His only interest these days was in his work as executive chef in the five star french restaurant that offered him a world class deal. Anthony had no time for diapers and vet visits. It was only a matter of time before he became a resturanteur, owner of his own fine restaurant. That seemed to be the only thing on his mind.

 

Some days he would be in such a hurry to get to work that he would forget to say goodbye. Monica couldn’t understand how quickly a person could change. And if that wasn’t bad enough, she had no one to talk to since she had left behind all of her friends to move to Cascade Valley. Once again she felt lonely. She thought of calling Gwen or Erin but they were both extremely busy with their own careers and families.

 Monica had begun to realize that maybe she had made a monumental mistake when she decided to drop everything in her own life to marry Anthony. She was so afraid of losing him after he graduated though that she was afraid to let him go. She repeatedly thought to herself “if only I could go back.”

Unfortunately, Monica fell back into the depression that had plagued her when they were first married. The housework suffered, the kids weren’t as tended to as they used to be and most of all Monica felt that her marriage was falling apart.

She didn’t have the energy to clean, or cook, or to even call the repair man to fix the dishwasher. 

She felt herself gaining weight again too after she had just lost all of the baby weight she had gained with the twins.

 

And then there was that fire that took place in the kitchen when she forgot about the toaster pastries. She just couldn’t get a handle on the life she chose.

Monica also became quite suspicious of the girl with whom Anthony carpooled with everyday. She bore a striking resemblence to Monica and she was Anthony’s assistant chef. This was a woman that he spent all day with, some evenings and weekends as well. Monica was sure they had much to talk about, most likely the topics he didn’t talk to her about, which was mostly everything that didn’t have the word baby in it.

 

Speaking of babies, if life wasn’t hard enough for Monica, she had recently found out she was pregnant again. Her first thought was, “please don’t let it be twins again!”