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“Doritos, and you can’t have any.” She grabbed the bag and put it up high on a shelf way out of reach. I wish the people around here would stop treating me like I’m an invalid. I’ve been walking on eggshells ever since the doctor said the word pregnant.
Garrett, who was already being a pain in the ass, upped the ante into crazy land. If I sneeze, he calls the doctor, and that quack comes running. If I have to put up with another four months of this shit, somebody’s gonna get it.
“Well, what do you plan to do to my hair?”
“I’m not cutting it again that’s for sure. Did you ever realize how obsessed with you your husband is? I barely took a few inches off the ends of your hair, and he bitched at me for a week. And you.” She bumped my shoulder, “It was all your idea, and you just sat there and acted like it was mine.”
“Why the hell would I sit through one of his lectures when you can take the heat? Isn’t that what sisters are supposed to do?”
“Yes, big sisters, you’re older than me remember.”
“Only by a few months, stop whining.” Could you believe it?
Mitzie came back from England a different person. I guess Garrett’s meddling ass made her see a therapist over there who straightened her head out, and now I’m her new best friend, while the very mention of her mother can send her into a rage.
At first, I thought it was all an act, but then she went to my mother and apologized and she even apologized to Dad and the boys as well. Then she pestered my ass for days until I gave in and gave her the time of day. And she’s been on my ass like a barnacle ever since.
We’d gone to pay Helen a visit at her request because she said she wanted to see the woman who gave birth to her one last time. That was something to see. I’ve never seen anyone, except for Garrett, take down someone with words without raising their voice.
She accused Helen of ruining her life, of taking her away from the father who loved her to try to steal mine and everything else in between. Helen was stuck on the fact that we came there together and were no longer at each other’s throats, but she really lost her shit when Mitzie called Mom Aunt Gigi. I didn’t say shit because I had nothing to say to that hag. Looking good and feeling good was my revenge.
I think this pregnancy is making me stupid or soft, one or the other. We’ve had many dinners here at the house with the whole family, and even the boys have been coming around. The wives have already accepted her, and I guess that has a lot to do with the fact that I have forgiven her.
Plus, Garrett is obsessed with his cretin having all the family he or she could have for some reason, so he likes having family time with everyone as often as he blinks. He thinks he’s slick, that I don’t know what he’s doing.
He wants all these people around so that when he has to go away on business, I have keepers on hand. I’m still not talking to Dad, though, even though he keeps groveling. Mom and I are cool again, especially after I had a few sessions with that nut Garrett sicced me with.
She’s helped me to understand a lot of what Mom was going through, which is way more horrific than I ever thought. I have a lot of retroactive sympathy for her and wish I’d been a better kid and not so angry at the world while her mind was working against her.
None of that made me look kindly on my father, though, because as far as I’m concerned, there is no excuse for cheating. “Ow! Why’d you tug my hair?”
“I’ve been talking to you for the last five minutes, and you’re just sitting there gazing into space.”
“What were you saying?”
“I asked if you’re talking to your Dad yet.”
“No, and stop badgering me about it.”
“What a shame. I didn’t take you for an inconsiderate person.”
“How am I being inconsiderate?”
“Don’t you find it inconsiderate to hold someone responsible for something they didn’t do?”
“What are you talking about, didn’t do? You were there; he was married to your mother for fifteen years.”
“Yeah, but it’s not like he wanted to. She schemed that whole thing.”
“It doesn’t matter. While my mother was suffering, he was out screwing someone else.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“What do you mean what I’m talking about? I’m talking about Corbin and Helen.”
“Your father never slept with Helen.”
“Maybe after the wedding, at least that’s what he’s told my mother, but I don’t know if I believe him.”
