
The latent seed sprouted its first leaf in March (ironically on the first day of spring) when my lovely Trisha introduced me to Axel. The new “love” of her life. What a tool. He was as old as my baby brother, and as smart as a doorknob.
He stood there, hands in his skin tight, ripped to the crotch jeans, expressionless. Trisha beamed as she told me about his wanna-be band….and that she was planning on touring with them when she turned 18 in a couple months.
Uh….no. My daughter is not going to be a groupie.
I fought the urge to smack them both alongside the head, but I sat there, fake smile in place, as Axel sung the cover song from their debut album. The one hit wonder that would carry him to stardom was AWFUL.
A few days later, just as Axel’s screeching was finally fading from memory, a call from Hermie in the middle of the night pushed me further over the edge.
“Hey mom. I need your help.”
“Where are you? It’s two in the morning! I thought you were in bed.”
“Ya…about that. I snuck out.”
“You’re 19 years old. You don’t need to sneak out. Where the heck are you?”
“Waiting for a tow truck off I-17.” There was a long pause. “I totaled your car mom…. but it wasn’t my fault.”
At this point in the conversation I stopped listening and just beat the phone into the mattress repeatedly. He had his own dang car! Why did he take mine?!
Jerry stirred and mumbled, “Everything okay?”
I tossed him the phone and said, “It’s for you” and walked out of the room.
The next day I visited the remains of my car. As I stood there looking at the mangled metal, it began to rain. I laughed a little and thought, When it rains it pours, right?
Alone, I think I might even have bounced back from that experience, but combined with Trisha’s shenanigans and the rest of the week’s events, Jerry’s anniversary gift a couple weeks later acted like miracle grow for that tiny sapling.
For our twenty-second anniversary, Mr. Romantic sauntered in carrying half dead daisies and expecting his token holiday relations. I insisted on dinner first, so we drove across town to a nice little Mexican place….. Taco Bell.
Over a crunch wrap supreme and diet Pepsi, Jerry looked into my eyes and said, “Mother is having a hard time on her own. I told her she could move in with us for a while. What do you think, Sue?”
And that was all it took.
Check back tomorrow to see what Sue does!
He stood there, hands in his skin tight, ripped to the crotch jeans, expressionless. Trisha beamed as she told me about his wanna-be band….and that she was planning on touring with them when she turned 18 in a couple months.
Uh….no. My daughter is not going to be a groupie.
I fought the urge to smack them both alongside the head, but I sat there, fake smile in place, as Axel sung the cover song from their debut album. The one hit wonder that would carry him to stardom was AWFUL.
A few days later, just as Axel’s screeching was finally fading from memory, a call from Hermie in the middle of the night pushed me further over the edge.
“Hey mom. I need your help.”
“Where are you? It’s two in the morning! I thought you were in bed.”
“Ya…about that. I snuck out.”
“You’re 19 years old. You don’t need to sneak out. Where the heck are you?”
“Waiting for a tow truck off I-17.” There was a long pause. “I totaled your car mom…. but it wasn’t my fault.”
At this point in the conversation I stopped listening and just beat the phone into the mattress repeatedly. He had his own dang car! Why did he take mine?!
Jerry stirred and mumbled, “Everything okay?”
I tossed him the phone and said, “It’s for you” and walked out of the room.
The next day I visited the remains of my car. As I stood there looking at the mangled metal, it began to rain. I laughed a little and thought, When it rains it pours, right?
Alone, I think I might even have bounced back from that experience, but combined with Trisha’s shenanigans and the rest of the week’s events, Jerry’s anniversary gift a couple weeks later acted like miracle grow for that tiny sapling.
For our twenty-second anniversary, Mr. Romantic sauntered in carrying half dead daisies and expecting his token holiday relations. I insisted on dinner first, so we drove across town to a nice little Mexican place….. Taco Bell.
Over a crunch wrap supreme and diet Pepsi, Jerry looked into my eyes and said, “Mother is having a hard time on her own. I told her she could move in with us for a while. What do you think, Sue?”
And that was all it took.
Check back tomorrow to see what Sue does!