Jacqueline Sibert

Life

"Hi, I'm Tired, what's your name?" she said, as they drove into their new town. "What number does this make love?" she asked, turning to her husband. He looked over with a little guilt in his eyes and said "Oh, I lost count after about the tenth one darlin'". She sighed, shook it off and started thinking about all she was grateful for. This was a trick she'd learned and it made the hard a little less then. The guilt she saw in his eyes wasn't warranted. This was her doing. In part, because she had itchy feet. Passed down for generations on her momma's side. In part, because she saw her husband as what he was; a frickin' genius who needed a challenge. He would have "happily" stayed a project manager at Walmart for twenty years if she hadn't pushed him to find his limits. In her defense, they had been a military family before then, and Walmart was his second corporate job. In just a few years they'd already lived in Colorado, Virginia, New York, Arkansas, and Ohio.