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Authors: Carrie Aarons
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times before that. You’re parenting, right? Your definition of the word is so screwed up. It always has been.”
My mother wipes a non-existent speck of dirt from her white coat. “I’ve only ever wanted the best from you and for you, Charlotte Ann. I didn’t raise you to marry some low-down common criminal. Stop punishing yourself by trying to punish me. Be done with this charade already. File for divorce, testify against the monster so he never gets out of prison.”
All I can do is laugh. She’s so delusional that even she has to realize the humor in this. “Give it up, Mother. Tucker, my husband , is getting out in a matter of months. He’s more of a man than anyone I’ve ever known. He’s bettered himself, learned from his mistakes and will be a better part of society than you ever could. No wonder Dad left you.”
My father has finally seen her vicious, evil ways after all of this time. About a year ago, he’d served her papers and moved to Vermont, buying a quaint home in the woods and still working as a freelance journalist. We’d been in touch, but only as much as we’d ever been. We’d never been close when I was younger, and he was a virtual stranger to me now. But it was nice to know I had an ally if I ever needed him.
My mother’s eyes are the color of her soul, black and sparking with hatred. “Your decisions haven’t just ruined your life, they ruined mine. My entire family are a bunch of failures, you and your father both. I sacrificed everything for you two, tried to get you to your fullest potential. And yet look how you both turned out. Lazy pieces of crap with nothing successful to show for yourselves.”
Her words stab my heart, because even though I hate her, there is always the little girl inside of me who seeks her mother’s approval. But it’s so small, so insignificant nowadays that I can shove it back down and let my true emotion for her shine through. Indifference.
“Stay out of my life. Leave my husband alone. I am happy and you can’t stand it. Because you’ll never be happy. You never have been. Or else you wouldn’t have tried to manipulate everyone around you and take pleasure in watching them fall instead of soar. Goodbye, Mother.”
I push past her and stick my key in the lock, eager to escape her.
“You’ll regret this. That thief will crush you, ruin your entire world. If you choose him, watch out.”
It’s the first time she’s threatened me in the last two and a half years. And she sounds serious.
I don’t give her the satisfaction of a response as I slam the door in her face. But her words echo in my head for weeks.
16
Charlotte
A fter the week I’ve had, I think I deserve a glass of wine.
Or maybe twenty tequila shots.
Which is why I’m glad Jackie dragged me out tonight. We typically do something every weekend, what with her living her single life and me having had a husband in jail. But tonight, one of the first Friday nights of Tucker being out of prison, I should be with him. Going on a date. Having wild monkey sex. Or maybe even just cuddling.
But no. Here I am, drunk as a skunk, perched on a barstool next to my best friend at our favorite bar downtown.
We’ve been coming to Hunger N Thirst so much in the past two years that everyone knows us. We have assigned barstools. And every single bartender knows our drink order. A glass of whatever dry white wine they’re pouring for me, and a Moscow Mule for Jackie.
But tonight. Tequila was needed.
“He blames me. Blames me for everything. The ash-hole.”
I recognize I’m slurring, but I really am not concerned. I need this. Plus, six tequila shots will send your worry complex right out the window.
“God, he sounds like a prick. And he hasn’t even met me yet! Who doesn’t want to meet their wife’s bombshell best friend?!”
We stick our heads together and giggle before taking large sips of our regular drinks.
“You ladies are really tying one on tonight, huh?” Chad, our
My mother wipes a non-existent speck of dirt from her white coat. “I’ve only ever wanted the best from you and for you, Charlotte Ann. I didn’t raise you to marry some low-down common criminal. Stop punishing yourself by trying to punish me. Be done with this charade already. File for divorce, testify against the monster so he never gets out of prison.”
All I can do is laugh. She’s so delusional that even she has to realize the humor in this. “Give it up, Mother. Tucker, my husband , is getting out in a matter of months. He’s more of a man than anyone I’ve ever known. He’s bettered himself, learned from his mistakes and will be a better part of society than you ever could. No wonder Dad left you.”
My father has finally seen her vicious, evil ways after all of this time. About a year ago, he’d served her papers and moved to Vermont, buying a quaint home in the woods and still working as a freelance journalist. We’d been in touch, but only as much as we’d ever been. We’d never been close when I was younger, and he was a virtual stranger to me now. But it was nice to know I had an ally if I ever needed him.
My mother’s eyes are the color of her soul, black and sparking with hatred. “Your decisions haven’t just ruined your life, they ruined mine. My entire family are a bunch of failures, you and your father both. I sacrificed everything for you two, tried to get you to your fullest potential. And yet look how you both turned out. Lazy pieces of crap with nothing successful to show for yourselves.”
Her words stab my heart, because even though I hate her, there is always the little girl inside of me who seeks her mother’s approval. But it’s so small, so insignificant nowadays that I can shove it back down and let my true emotion for her shine through. Indifference.
“Stay out of my life. Leave my husband alone. I am happy and you can’t stand it. Because you’ll never be happy. You never have been. Or else you wouldn’t have tried to manipulate everyone around you and take pleasure in watching them fall instead of soar. Goodbye, Mother.”
I push past her and stick my key in the lock, eager to escape her.
“You’ll regret this. That thief will crush you, ruin your entire world. If you choose him, watch out.”
It’s the first time she’s threatened me in the last two and a half years. And she sounds serious.
I don’t give her the satisfaction of a response as I slam the door in her face. But her words echo in my head for weeks.
16
Charlotte
A fter the week I’ve had, I think I deserve a glass of wine.
Or maybe twenty tequila shots.
Which is why I’m glad Jackie dragged me out tonight. We typically do something every weekend, what with her living her single life and me having had a husband in jail. But tonight, one of the first Friday nights of Tucker being out of prison, I should be with him. Going on a date. Having wild monkey sex. Or maybe even just cuddling.
But no. Here I am, drunk as a skunk, perched on a barstool next to my best friend at our favorite bar downtown.
We’ve been coming to Hunger N Thirst so much in the past two years that everyone knows us. We have assigned barstools. And every single bartender knows our drink order. A glass of whatever dry white wine they’re pouring for me, and a Moscow Mule for Jackie.
But tonight. Tequila was needed.
“He blames me. Blames me for everything. The ash-hole.”
I recognize I’m slurring, but I really am not concerned. I need this. Plus, six tequila shots will send your worry complex right out the window.
“God, he sounds like a prick. And he hasn’t even met me yet! Who doesn’t want to meet their wife’s bombshell best friend?!”
We stick our heads together and giggle before taking large sips of our regular drinks.
“You ladies are really tying one on tonight, huh?” Chad, our
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