One Night In Las Vegas

I was 19, a college freshman when I went with my sister to Las Vegas for her bachelorette party. The party scene was a suite in the hotel, so private. I woke up in bed with a forty year old man who was there for a convention. Vague memories of going down to the pool at midnight, topless pool play, guys bringing us drinks. My bikini bottoms on the floor, my top by the pool.

I got pregnant, he was real nice about it, he and his wife adopted my baby.

I'm now living close to them to be near my daughter. I work for a large funeral company in their investment department. I'm Mom, his wife is Sally. I can't contemplate not being with my daughter, which means I see him almost every day. His wife gives me the eye when I act possessive with him. I can't help it. He long ago accepted me as part of their life and never once prevented me from being Mom to my daughter.

I would like to have a conventional home like my sister and her husband, married with a family, but I'm in this universe I can't get out of. It's my life, the 'hangover' from her bachelorette party.