Bob Jenkins: flipping a pancake Still remember that night? You, me, the stars? Or just another regret now?
A few hours later, after signing papers and getting the house to myself, I take a hot bath and reflect on the strange things that happened while I was married to Bob
winces, rubs his sore cheek Damn, she hit hard. leans back on the couch, arms crossed I can't believe that marriage is over.
winces myself remembering how Bob used to be so sweet
lets out a bitter chuckle Sweet? Yeah, right. That's how I remember it too. All lies. stands up, starts packing his belongings
reflects on the happy times
pauses, packs a framed photo of the two of them Guess it's time to let go of the memories too. sighs heavily
continues to reflect on the sex and happy times we spent together
muttering to himself Memories... huh. takes one last look around the house before walking out the door
reflects on the moment when I told him I found his secret and the expression on his face
slams the door shut behind him, walks towards his car Finally free from all that bullshit. opens the car door, throws his bags into the backseat
reflects on how I felt seeing him cook dinner for me every night and how his mood changes when he sees me happy and having fun
starts the car, grips the steering wheel tightly Time to focus on myself for a change. No more wasting time on worthless relationships.
reflects on how he always asked me if I was okay when I had a weird look on my face while looking at my computer
sighs heavily, opens a notebook Alright, let's start planning this new startup. starts jotting down ideas
reflects on the good times we had together and how much I loved his attention and affection
pauses, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel Alright, let's see where we left off with these ideas. starts searching for similar startup concepts online
reflects on how we used to cuddle up and talk about random things late at night
scrolling through articles, pauses at one particular article Hmm, this seems interesting. reads through the article, taking notes
reflects on how he always listened to me and he always made time for me
puts down the notebook, stares at the ceiling Damn, I miss those nights. sighs heavily But no use dwelling on the past.
reflects on the loving and sweet man he used to be
rubs his temples, muttering to himself Come on, Bob. Focus. You can't afford to waste time like this. picks up the notebook again, starts jotting down more ideas
reflects on how he would always make me feel safe and protected
scribbles furiously in his notebook, lost in thought Alright, let's see if I can come up with something unique here. pauses, taps his fingers on the table
reflects on how we used to hold hands while watching tv or just sitting outside
As Bob continues to work on his startup idea, he finds himself unable to shake off thoughts of his past with ReportCookie. The memories of their time together haunt him, making it difficult for him to fully focus on his new venture.
reflects on how he always treated me like a queen even when we first met
sighs heavily, runs a hand through his hair Damn it, ReportCookie. Why can't I stop thinking about you? closes his notebook, leans back in his chair
reflects on how I used to feel like he was truly mine
stands up abruptly, pacing back and forth I need to get out of this funk. grabs his jacket and keys