I stretched in my seat, trying to work out the kink in my back.
I loved what I did.
Was it terrifying at times? Fuck yes it was.
Did I see some cool shit sometimes? Oh, absolutely.
But being an underwater welder wasn’t for the weak.
Can’t tell you how many I have seen come and go.
Chasing the paycheck, wanting more than what they can handle.
But thankfully, that wasn’t me.
I’d been smart.
Chosen a career path that I actually was interested in.
Sixteen years is a long time in any profession.
And thanks to my dad being an accountant before he had retired three years ago, meant that he had helped me save money in more ways than one.
No one knew how much I had in my bank account.
I made a whack at my job.
I owned my own home, no mortgage.
I owned my truck outright.
And since I was gone more times than I was home, my bills were small.
I had all of this money, and no one to spend it on.
Well... that was a lie.
I had spent a portion of it on something that only three people know about.
I had bought the building for Harlee when she graduated from college and had dropped subtle hints to my sister about a space for rent that would be perfect for Harlee.
I had someone appear as the landlord for her, and my dad had facilitated the paperwork and the lease.
Harlee didn’t know it, but every payment she’d made through the years went into an account.
One I never touched. One that would go into a trust fund for Harlee’s future children.
Yeah, I loved her.
I loved her with every beat of my heart.
I just wasn’t good enough for her.
She was all light and sunshine.
All rainbows and color.
There wasn’t anything that made me feel this way.
