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thinks it is. I keep telling
her there is more to life than a title and paycheck.”
I rolled my
eyes. “Don’t mind her. She’s extra cranky because she can’t drink.”
“I’m
breastfeeding,” she stated.
Eric was clearly
uncomfortable with the turn of conversation. “Well I’d hoped to stay longer,
but my plans changed tonight with my son coming over. So I’m getting dinner to
go. He’s fourteen and in the car playing his video game.”
I was a little
stunned to think of someone my age having a fourteen-year-old. But considering
that having a kid at age eighteen wasn’t unheard of, I shouldn’t have been too
surprised. “What’s his name?”
“Devin.”
“I’d love to say
hi to him if that’s all right.”
His face
brightened.
Meanwhile, I
thought it ironic that I’d be willing to meet someone new in order to escape my
sister for a few minutes.
“He’s a flirt,
and he’d love to say hey to a pretty girl. Come on, I’ll introduce you.”
After meeting
Devin, I complimented Eric on having a teenager with good manners outside of
the truck in a whisper so I didn’t embarrass the kid. “Devin is very polite and
definitely going to be a looker.” He had dimples and blue eyes very much like
his father.
“The manners I
can’t take credit for, that would be his mom. But the looks, well, maybe I can
take half credit.”
I gave him
another hug and Devin a little wave. There might not be a spark with Eric, but
there was something heartwarming about seeing the first boy I’d ever been with,
all grown up into a man and father.
After heading
back inside the restaurant, I went straight for the ladies’ room. I was almost
finished in the stall when the sound of my sister’s voice stopped me cold.
“Why do I bother
to make the effort? My sister thinks she’s better than everyone in this town.”
“I don’t know
why you try, either. And why did she go out there to meet his son as though she
likes kids?” Leslie, her best friend, replied.
I held my
breath, waiting for Addison to defend me to her friend. Explain to her that I
had been here for the birth of every one of her four children. That the kids
loved their Aunt Sasha. Point out that I was only being friendly to go out and
meet Devin. Polite to meet the son of the man I’d dated sixteen years ago.
“Seriously she’s
like the worst aunt in the world. I had to practically shove the baby into her
hands yesterday and I have to force the older kids to spend time with her. She
hates coming home. It’s like I’m the failure for finding love and being a
stay-at-home mom with four children.”
“Some people
aren’t cut out to be mothers. She can’t even hold a man for any length of time.
And by the way, I think she’s gained some weight since summer. Her ass looks
bigger in the pants she’s wearing.”
It took me a few
minutes to realize it was now silent, and they’d walked out. Any scenario I had
in my head of slamming the door open and telling them both where to go was now
lost. I concentrated on my breathing and forced myself to relax. The thing
about having anxiety is that I already had a complex that people were talking
about me. To have that fact confirmed wasn’t exactly conducive toward believing
it was all in my head.
In pulling out
my phone, I realized it was still early, only seven o’clock. Since I wasn’t
sure I could trust my voice, I texted Brian, figuring he would talk me down.
“Overheard my
sister tell her BFF that I’m the worst aunt in the world. In the bathroom
stall, ready to embarrass her in front of everyone. Please tell me I’m being
irrational and should go straight home!!”
“Leave no
prisoners SBF,” he replied.
I smiled at the
Sasha-B-Fierce acronym in spite of how upset I was.I needed a
few minutes, and then I’d get it together.
“Thanks for not
talking me down, gotta go.”
“Call me after.”
After making my
way out of the stall, I reapplied my lip gloss, smoothed my hair, and
her there is more to life than a title and paycheck.”
I rolled my
eyes. “Don’t mind her. She’s extra cranky because she can’t drink.”
“I’m
breastfeeding,” she stated.
Eric was clearly
uncomfortable with the turn of conversation. “Well I’d hoped to stay longer,
but my plans changed tonight with my son coming over. So I’m getting dinner to
go. He’s fourteen and in the car playing his video game.”
I was a little
stunned to think of someone my age having a fourteen-year-old. But considering
that having a kid at age eighteen wasn’t unheard of, I shouldn’t have been too
surprised. “What’s his name?”
“Devin.”
“I’d love to say
hi to him if that’s all right.”
His face
brightened.
Meanwhile, I
thought it ironic that I’d be willing to meet someone new in order to escape my
sister for a few minutes.
“He’s a flirt,
and he’d love to say hey to a pretty girl. Come on, I’ll introduce you.”
After meeting
Devin, I complimented Eric on having a teenager with good manners outside of
the truck in a whisper so I didn’t embarrass the kid. “Devin is very polite and
definitely going to be a looker.” He had dimples and blue eyes very much like
his father.
“The manners I
can’t take credit for, that would be his mom. But the looks, well, maybe I can
take half credit.”
I gave him
another hug and Devin a little wave. There might not be a spark with Eric, but
there was something heartwarming about seeing the first boy I’d ever been with,
all grown up into a man and father.
After heading
back inside the restaurant, I went straight for the ladies’ room. I was almost
finished in the stall when the sound of my sister’s voice stopped me cold.
“Why do I bother
to make the effort? My sister thinks she’s better than everyone in this town.”
“I don’t know
why you try, either. And why did she go out there to meet his son as though she
likes kids?” Leslie, her best friend, replied.
I held my
breath, waiting for Addison to defend me to her friend. Explain to her that I
had been here for the birth of every one of her four children. That the kids
loved their Aunt Sasha. Point out that I was only being friendly to go out and
meet Devin. Polite to meet the son of the man I’d dated sixteen years ago.
“Seriously she’s
like the worst aunt in the world. I had to practically shove the baby into her
hands yesterday and I have to force the older kids to spend time with her. She
hates coming home. It’s like I’m the failure for finding love and being a
stay-at-home mom with four children.”
“Some people
aren’t cut out to be mothers. She can’t even hold a man for any length of time.
And by the way, I think she’s gained some weight since summer. Her ass looks
bigger in the pants she’s wearing.”
It took me a few
minutes to realize it was now silent, and they’d walked out. Any scenario I had
in my head of slamming the door open and telling them both where to go was now
lost. I concentrated on my breathing and forced myself to relax. The thing
about having anxiety is that I already had a complex that people were talking
about me. To have that fact confirmed wasn’t exactly conducive toward believing
it was all in my head.
In pulling out
my phone, I realized it was still early, only seven o’clock. Since I wasn’t
sure I could trust my voice, I texted Brian, figuring he would talk me down.
“Overheard my
sister tell her BFF that I’m the worst aunt in the world. In the bathroom
stall, ready to embarrass her in front of everyone. Please tell me I’m being
irrational and should go straight home!!”
“Leave no
prisoners SBF,” he replied.
I smiled at the
Sasha-B-Fierce acronym in spite of how upset I was.I needed a
few minutes, and then I’d get it together.
“Thanks for not
talking me down, gotta go.”
“Call me after.”
After making my
way out of the stall, I reapplied my lip gloss, smoothed my hair, and
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