Since when have I been forced to be an adult? Well, let me explain myself. I have been an adult for a while, but I had no one I was responsible for but me. Now, I feel like I have Jessica to be responsible for, too.
She's now my roommate, I suppose, technically, but she does nothing other than take care of Mackenzie. I'm still doing all the cooking and cleaning. More importantly, I'm still paying all the rent myself. So now I feel like a parent with a unruly teenager. We're the same age, but, geez, act like it.
"Jessica, how long do you think you'll be living here?"
"Until things get resolved with Mike, I suppose."
"When might that be?"
"I don't know. I'm going to divorce him. I just haven't had the guts yet to go get a lawyer."
"Oh." Great, she was going to be here for a while longer, making what I was about to say necessary. "If you're going to be staying here for a long time, I'm going to have to insist you get a job. You're going to have to build up a resume and save some money so you can get a place of your own."
"How am I going to work with a newborn?"
"How do other moms do it? If they can do it, so can you. You don't want to rely on Mike for money if you're going to get a divorce."
She shook her head. "No, I don't want to rely on that slime bucket. I'll start tomorrow."
Good. I was pleased. That went better than I expected.
