September was my favorite month out of the entire year. It was my mother’s birth month, and she used to always celebrate by baking special goodies with me. It’s where I learned and honed my love of baking. So, no, I would not let this rotten sonovabitch ruin it for me. Gritting my teeth, I closed my eyes and listened to my ex whine and threaten me with more legal bullshit. “You have got to be kidding me,” I snapped, unable to keep silent any longer. “It’s only fair, Pig Pen,” Burt, my ex-husband, said in that whiny voice of his that actually made me sick. “Don’t call me that,” I said, hating the nickname even more now that we weren’t married any longer. “Well, I guess I will see you in court then,” he replied. I looked down at the letter in my hand. The one he’d sent requesting I give him copies of all my business tax returns, demanding half my earnings. The prick was claiming he had a right to take what I gave my blood, sweat, and tears to build. Over my dead body.
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