Dina moves on.
"I missed you too." she replied, picking up her phone.
"Missed me so much, that you can't even put your phone down?!" I demanded.
"What do you want from me Zach? I am exhausted. You haven't been home the past couple of days leaving me alone, running around with the kids and working." She replied defensively.
"Well excuse me if I have a job that requires me to leave town for a few days! You don't hear me complaining when you're working overtime leaving me with just the kids! I know it's exhausting. I just thought that we could spend one night alone together with no interruptions."
"It's always about sex with you, isn't it?!"
"YES! I am a guy. I am horny. I am in love with you! You're my wife. You should be happy that I still find you attractive enough to want to fuck you!" at this point, I knew I was in trouble.
"Get the fuck out of my room you ass!"
"Fine, I slept better alone anyway!" as I grabbed a blanket slamming the bedroom door. I stormed down the steps to the couch in the living room. It took some time, after tossing and turning, but I finally fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty house. I knew Melissa had to leave early and take the kids to a sitter, but I was surprise she didn't wake me. I took a quick shower, ate a lite breakfast, and picked up my phone from the counter on my way out to my car, noticing I had a missed text.
"Good luck on your flight test. I know you'll do great!" It was from Emma. Of course Melissa couldn't even wish me luck. She was against me getting my pilot license to begin with.
"Thank you!" I replied, smiling.
I arrived at the local airport and found my flight instructor waiting for me.
"Hey Zach! Are you ready?"
"Hi Bill. As ready as I'll ever be." I nervously responded.
"You'll do great. Remember, I wouldn't advance you if I didn't think you could do it. Just keep calm, breathe, and if you ever get uncomfortable about a specific maneuverer, just make sure you tell the flight examiner that and back up your reasoning."
"Thanks Bill. I just need to keep my head out of the clouds, pun intended." We laughed as we walked into the flight school together.
"You must be Zach. My name is Jeff and I'll be administering your flight test this morning. Let's head out to the plane. I'll let you do the pre-flight inspections. I want you to say out loud everything you're doing. Please ignore that I am here, unless I ask you a question related to the task at hand. Once we are in the air, I'll call out a few maneuvers which I expect you to perform, telling me what you're doing as you perform them. Do you have any questions?"
"Um, I guess not." I responded back nervously. This guy had no personality, which I suppose is part of his job.
Once I finished the preflight, we boarded the plane, I taxied out to the run way. We were at a non-towered airport, meaning I didn't have to request for takeoff clearance, only had to state my intentions. Soon we were in the air and I was performing every maneuver request with ease. After a few successful touch and goes, it was finally time to perform the final landing and complete the test. As I was making my final approach, I noticed that I was coming in to high and too fast. I declared a go around as I flew down the runway, knowing that I would never be able to stop in time. As I gain attitude and went back into pattern, I made my intentions clear on the radio and went back into the landing pattern. This time, it was the perfect attitude and speed. We touched down just past the numbers on the runway and I taxied over to the flight school without further incident. It was only then I remembered Jeff was sitting in the passenger seat, making notes as I parked the plane. Once the engine and control panel was powered down, I opened my door and left the cockpit. Jeff was still sitting in the plane, taking notes. After what seemed like eternity, he finally opened his door and exited the plane.
"So Zach, tell me how you think that went?"
"I think it went very well.