You act so much like your father”.Those were the words spoken by my Grandmother once many many years ago.You shouldn’t be surprised to find out that I didn’t know my father and this is because I never met him.He was gone months before I was born, but from the stories I have heard about him, he was nothing spectacular, and this is mainly because I choose to believe he wasn’t. So this isn’t a sad story about how I was unfortunate to not have had him while growing up, I did not miss much there .Maybe I did. Maybe not. The good thing is that I would never know now and I can say I give a damn.Don’t really be surprised since you couldn’t expect me to have anything other than complete resentment for someone who would decide to leave his family at the slightest bit of inconvenience.Well he didn’t just leave by packing his bags one good day and riding off into the sunset on a good evening.Maybe if he did that, I might understand that he just wanted a change of scenery of some sort.I
I spent the rest of my night tossing and turning, which was really what I pretty much was expecting to happen. The entire nap I took during the day was more than enough sleep I have had since I was a baby, so me hoping for another round of sleep to come to me on that same day was simply me asking for too much from Morpheus.I had talked to Olivia for a bit, before I let her go to bed. I had told her about the long nap that I had taken during the day, she was of course surprise just before she volunteered to stay awake to keep me company, but I had refused.It wasn’t the first time that she had offered, and on those other days I would mostly agree because I was truly a sucker for her company. Yet on most days I would turn her offer down because even though I enjoyed the nights we stayed up together, it would just be really unfair on my part for me to expect her or even let her make it a frequent situation when she naturally had not single problem with sleep.So for tonight, I had turned
At the moment I worry about how much influence Micheal had on her. I know it is a lot, but I am secretly hoping it was not the damaging sort of influence.“sometimes I wonder that I drank when I was pregnant with you that turned you into such a weirdo” ma says with eyes that were glistening.I don’t want to believe that she was hurt by what her son said because she should have expected that whatever came out of Micheal’s mouth to buttress the fact that he didn’t care for marriage wasn’t going to be pretty.Devon had warned her now didn’t he ?I ignore her to look at Rob who was shaking his head side to side and chuckling to himself clearly not eager to engage in the conversation or console his wife.“like I said earlier, this has nothing to do with you and dad. I guess the two of you are a member of the few exception and hopefully Brandon’s would join the small percentage too.”“thank you” I say with a smile because that was as good as any compliment anyone could get from Micheal“so t
I want to ask her how this is even possible?In fact this just didn’t seem possible if you are being logical. I had seen the man in my house just earlier so how was it possible that Olivia had seen him too?Yet again nothing about this entire thing has anything to do with logic. If it did, I do not understand why this so called Sam would be stalking my girlfriend.I mean she has absolutely no part to play in this. Why does he have to rope her into all these exactly.I went from being frozen to getting all worked up for no apparent reason.No I was getting worked up for a very valid reason.I am getting worked up the most solid reason ever.If he was really as dangerous as ma says, this means he has crossed the line with Olivia.“babe?”“hello”“are you still there”“ babe ?”Olivia’s voice finally breaks through my muddled thoughts. She sounded worried. Well at least for the first time she was feeling something along the lines of what I was currently feeling. Turns out I didn’t like it
Today our one month anniversary of our therapy sessions, Jenny and I. It’s been weeks of staring at the pale cream wall of Dr. Kent’s office and hoping that Jenny will miraculously say a word.He says her muteness is as a result of the trauma she had suffered from witnessing her mother’s death. But I think it’s much more than that. To have this constant nagging at the back of my head that I’m the reason she has turned into this shadow of herself is unbearable.It’s the only reason I sit on this mint green couch every weekend and bear the constant reminder of my own guilt.It would’ve been okay if she spoke to everyone else but me. It would have been understandable. Shutting everyone out only signifies the depth of the damage done to her person.I squeeze my hands tighter on my lap and watch her side profile.The blank expression is on her face, with her mouth pulled down at the corners in an attempt of a frown.What I would do to see her smile again, too hear her speak again.“Mrs. C
My hand is unsteady as I try to put on the pearl earring I’m holding. I can’t seem to get the hook in and I blame it on my being a nervous wreck. Drew is still in the bathroom while I’m trying and also failing terribly to dress my self up. With a frustrated sigh I let my head fall to the vanity table. The day has barely begun and I could feel how awful it was going to end already.My black gown was still hanging in the closet leaving me in my underwear. I do not bother to cover up when I hear Drew walk in, it’s nothing he hasn’t seen plus I have no strength for modesty.It’s easy to feel his warmth from the little distance between us, I can tell he had a hot shower. Very hot his hot palm on my cheek is any indication.“I thought you’d be jumping for joy,” he says, his closer than it ought to be.”“I thought the same too,” I say in frustration. “I can’t for the life of me understand all that I’m feeling now. I should be ecstatic, happy that he’s finally gone. This day should be for m
My hand is unsteady as I try to put on the pearl earring I’m holding. I can’t seem to get the hook in and I blame it on my being a nervous wreck. Drew is still in the bathroom while I’m trying and also failing terribly to dress my self up. With a frustrated sigh I let my head fall to the vanity table. The day has barely begun and I could feel how awful it was going to end already.My black gown was still hanging in the closet leaving me in my underwear. I do not bother to cover up when I hear Drew walk in, it’s nothing he hasn’t seen plus I have no strength for modesty.It’s easy to feel his warmth from the little distance between us, I can tell he had a hot shower. Very hot his hot palm on my cheek is any indication.“I thought you’d be jumping for joy,” he says, his closer than it ought to be.”“I thought the same too,” I say in frustration. “I can’t for the life of me understand all that I’m feeling now. I should be ecstatic, happy that he’s finally gone. This day should be for m
All with the company is forgotten when the wedding draws closer. I’m nervous but Drew seems to be perfectly fine.In fact he’s been in high spirits the entire week, excited to go on cake tasting and getting a new set of rings. He says this time it’s a real ring, a real wedding and above all a real family.It’s hard to not share in his excitement. He has practically infected me with it, pushing all my thoughts of developing cold feet away.I’ll be his actual wife soon, no longer a stand in of my dead sister.Never did I think that I’ve ever be married, that I’ll capture someone heart long enough for them to want to be with me forever. Even if my forever is way shorter than theirs.I don’t let that down my spirits, I’m hopeful that Dr. Shelby is right about the chance that both me and my baby will be okay. That’s the only future that I look up to. The only one that I let myself think about. I’ll be able to have the happy ending that Drew promised me. It makes me jittery. It’s a week aw