It had already been three days since Alan had warped reality and had started living his new life. During those three days, unfortunately, Alan realized that the life that seemed pretty perfect was turning out to be less than stellar. His wife Naomi looked beautiful, but was a grade a bitch. She was cold and never rally felt like doing much of anything with anyone. They had only done stuff in the bed room once, and Alan wasn't thrilled with how little she was invested.
Her kids were another matter as well. They were always bickering. When they weren't with one another, they were their own little demons as well. Samantha was a typical bitchy teenager while Brandon was a prank obsessed twerp who wouldn't stop causing trouble. Alan also had a job as an architect, but quickly realized it was in no way his passion.
The only real good thing about his new life was the wealth. Debbie was very helpful around the house, and waiting on the family hand and foot really helped her grow on Alan. Besides that, he was struggling to make it through the days. He started to wonder if not using magic was such a good idea after all, and if abandoning his original family was the right thing to do.
He finally decided what to do on the end of the third day when Naomi said something that shocked away his doubt.
"I want a divorce." Was all Alan needed to hear.
After a sad, long talk with his wife, where Alan was barely listening, he decided he needed to take a step back. Perhaps this wasn't the life he wanted, and he should try to reconcile with his parents? Or, at the very least, get a new freaking wife. Alan marched downstairs where he found Debbie folding laundry.
"Debbie, do you remember that bracelet and notebook I gave you? I need them back."
"Oh, those sir. Yeah, I...."