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I think I'm falling for her, again.

I removed the tattoo right after the divorce and I've never regretted it. But since the past few weeks, that's all I've been thinking, that I want to put her name back on my arm. Because her name is currently tattooed to my heart.

We've been fucking like a couple for three Saturdays now, and I love every second of it.

Mimi and Mason signed up for a summer camp hence my long hours at her place this month, but the thought that yesterday would be the last Saturday for us to be together since the kids are home today, it made me feel sad. I don't want it to ever end.

But I also want my kids to be with me.

There is one answer glaring at me; to have her and the kids at the same place every single day. Marry her again and have that happy family I've always envisioned.

But what if she leave us like she did in the past? I don't think I can ever relive that moment, and I promised myself I'll never sabotage myself again. I'll never let her ruin me the way