I was sick of this job. I had worked for many government agencies in the past but this one was the pits. I knew I had to get out, but how was I to leave any job with three kids and at this time a husband I was trying to get rid of. This man didn't work and wouldn't work and this had gone on for most of our 6-year marriage. This was why I hated Monday mornings. Because from 5pm on Fridays when I left that job, to late Sunday nights, I seemed to be " play acting" through life, being on stage, seemingly going over-board with blinders on to have a good time. I was drinking and partying to escape the reality of my sorrowful life. But with Monday's came a reality check, and my life returned to that hated, drudged of a marriage I had placed myself into; a bad, sad marriage. I was 34 years old and spending my "best years" in torment. I'll be 35 years old in 7 months and it feels more like 55, after dealing with Benjamin Howard Neuman, my better or shall I say bitter-half. I'm Nicole. Nicole Musette Neuman, and they call me Nickie. I've worked for the Federal government l5 years and been with this man at least half of that time. (It hasn't been pretty.) I despised him, and my marriage and my every waking day was spent plotting to get out of it. Then to add to this misery was a foul morning at work. And when a co-worker called out to me saying "Hey Nickie, good Monday morning" I looked at her and rolled my eyes. What was so damn good about it.