So his ears must have been ringing, because Cunningham showed up at my door last night. Drunk of course, but at least we wasn't falling down this time. He pops by once or twice a year. Sometimes after failed relationships. Sometimes after being single for too long. The dumbass drove himself, I wasn't going to let him drive back home in his condition.
He started rambling off about how leaving me was a mistake. He can be a great husband. He'll treat me right like he did when we first got together. It's a typical speech I hear quite often. I'm sure he means it in his drunken confession of truths, but he could never amount to any of it in real life. He's so critical, and I know the kids thing eats at him. I'm sure he has about three by now. I prefer not to keep track.
Against my better judgment, I had sex with him last night. I know. Smack me upside the head. Tell me how stupid it is. But it's been 7 months since I had any. A girl has needs. And sex with Cunningham still trumps all. So in reality, I guess I'm the one using him.
This isn't new. It's our typical cycle. I won't see him again until the next time he shows up. I refuse to get attached with him.
I woke up to five missed calls from my mother. You would think it was an emergency. Nope. Just my mother. No voicemails though. It's her way of getting me to call her back. I called her back, and she reminded me what day it was. The day I lost the baby. She started reminding me of how old the kid would be now. She says it is important to know these things for the future. So I'm not always thinking about it. Her sense is so messed up. I truthfully do not wish to think about it. I was apparently her last hope for a grandchild. I keep reminding her of Natti, who's birthday party just happens to be tomorrow.
Natti is my brother's kid. Not biologically, but still he's a great dad. My brother, Parker, is gay and married his long time partner who happened to have custody of his daughter. A child he created with his ex wife before he came out. Natti will be 8 tomorrow.
Cal called me too. Cal's one of my teammates from the investigation crew. He found out one of the owners of the house passed away about 50 years ago. He had four granddaughters. One just happened to share the name with my clients' daughter. They are checking to see if any of those children are still alive/around today. They would be in their 50s.
Cunningham is waking up from his slumber. I think its time to kick him out.
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a few hours later:
Instead of writing a new entry, I figured I'd just update this one.
It took about a couple hours for Cunningham to actually leave. He insisted on cooking me breakfast. One of my favorite things he used to do when we were married. I don't understand why he wants to play these games with me. It's been seven years since we've been divorced. He asked about my hobby again today. "Are you still playing around with that stuff?" I don't think the ghost liked him very much. I have a feeling he flicked his earlobe, because he immediately jumped and grabbed his ear. I couldn't help but snicker. After Cunningham left, I thanked him for having my back.
I don't know why I do this to myself. It's not like I love the man. Alright, maybe somewhere deep inside. Somewhere. I care about him definitely. We've been friends since high school. There's a lot of history.
I worked for a few hours today. I'm about to get ready to meet with Cal about the history of our client's house. He also said he had another house lined up for next week too. I don't know the details, but I'm sure I'll write about it later.
We're heading back to our client's house tonight to do a second investigation. We usually try for three nights in a row. Sometimes we don't get activity until the third night, because we annoyed whatever is there too much already. But if we already caught one EVP, I'm sure we have more. Now we know the old owner's name. Maybe we can provoke him a little more.
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