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A Special Night It seemed like any other late spring night. I finished with work thinking only of how bad the rush hour traffic had become. Stuck in a stand still for nearly ten minutes, my nerves were on end. The last thing I needed was that phone call. With both hope, and fear in my heart I pressed the send button on my Motorola. With the simple greeting of hello, my fears were confirmed. My ex-husband had yet another asinine question, and an even more irritating favor to ask. He planned on taking our daughters swimming, but would not allow them to wear two piece swimming suits, which was all they owned. Much to my dismay he asked me to go and buy them new suits, with the empty promise that the money would be returned. Knowing that the money would never be seen again, but not wanting to punish my children, I reluctantly changed direction to the nearest Walmart. While rushing through the store in a very hostile mood, a rather pudgy woman with five children pushed along the aisle at a rather slow pace. In the nicest tone my voice could muster I politely said â€Å"Excuse me.† The woman looked at me and snapped back â€Å"Watch out kids we are moving to slow for some people.† Holding my tongue for fear of being sat on, I rushed up to the checkout aisle, when it finally happened. My phone rang again, and praying only that it was not my ex-husband, and answered again. This time however, the tone was different. It was a voice I was happy to hear, and could almost instantly change the nightmare of a day that I had already experienced. It was my boyfriend, and true love Tyler. His voice calm as always said lovingly â€Å"Hello sweetheart, how is my angel doing today?† With relief I replied about how awful I had been feeling and, hoping that he had something planned, hinted at what we were going to do tonight. Like so many times before he simply said that we were just going to dinner, and maybe to the park. At once a... Free Essays on Engagement Free Essays on Engagement A Special Night It seemed like any other late spring night. I finished with work thinking only of how bad the rush hour traffic had become. Stuck in a stand still for nearly ten minutes, my nerves were on end. The last thing I needed was that phone call. With both hope, and fear in my heart I pressed the send button on my Motorola. With the simple greeting of hello, my fears were confirmed. My ex-husband had yet another asinine question, and an even more irritating favor to ask. He planned on taking our daughters swimming, but would not allow them to wear two piece swimming suits, which was all they owned. Much to my dismay he asked me to go and buy them new suits, with the empty promise that the money would be returned. Knowing that the money would never be seen again, but not wanting to punish my children, I reluctantly changed direction to the nearest Walmart. While rushing through the store in a very hostile mood, a rather pudgy woman with five children pushed along the aisle at a rather slow pace. In the nicest tone my voice could muster I politely said â€Å"Excuse me.† The woman looked at me and snapped back â€Å"Watch out kids we are moving to slow for some people.† Holding my tongue for fear of being sat on, I rushed up to the checkout aisle, when it finally happened. My phone rang again, and praying only that it was not my ex-husband, and answered again. This time however, the tone was different. It was a voice I was happy to hear, and could almost instantly change the nightmare of a day that I had already experienced. It was my boyfriend, and true love Tyler. His voice calm as always said lovingly â€Å"Hello sweetheart, how is my angel doing today?† With relief I replied about how awful I had been feeling and, hoping that he had something planned, hinted at what we were going to do tonight. Like so many times before he simply said that we were just going to dinner, and maybe to the park. At once a...