Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“Ask yourself this: If my husband or boyfriend did the same thing to me, how would you feel? That’s the same way we feel about what you did to our mother. And you, what the hell are you doing here?”
She turned her ire onto Marly, who was just standing there doing her rendition of a guppy. “You should leave and tell your skank of a daughter that when I see her, I’m going to beat her ass black and blue.” I started to intervene again, but this time, Sheila pulled me back and shook her head no.
“Mom, didn’t you pay your garbage collection dues this month? The trash is piling up.” My poor daughter was shaking, and she was so upset. And as if the day wasn’t already going to shit, my harpy of a mother-in-law came waltzing through the door, followed by her husband.
“Don’t you dare speak to your father like that.” No good morning, nothing.
“Your son is not my father. My father would never have treated my mom like that.” Tyler, the baby of the family, piped up, and it finally dawned on me that my kids had gotten together and come to a decision.
“Jo, I don’t smell any cinnamon and brown sugar; what gives? Oh, Sheila’s wearing the robe; you two hungover again?” My father-in-law walked over to kiss my cheek with a twinkle in his eye. “Since no one is cooking around here, how about I take my daughter-in-law and her kids out to breakfast? You too, Sheila. I’m still part of the family, right?”
“That depends on whether or not you agree with what your son did to my mom.”
He turned to Todd and shook his hand. “Hello, kid, I’m Switzerland. Jolene, Sheila, go get dressed; I’m hungry.”
“That sounds good. I could go for a nice full breakfast and a pitcher of mimosas.” Sheila started to leave the room.
“Didn’t you drink enough last night?” Father-in-law laughed.
“Nope, I was the designated driver for your daughter-in-law last night.” I started to follow her but stopped in front of Marly, who looked very out of place in my kitchen.
“You still here?” I leaned into her face and lowered my voice so my kids couldn’t hear. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of Pressy.” Kevin, who overheard that started his shit, but I ignored both of them and left as my father-in-law Dalton lit into his son and the community cum dump.
CHAPTER 8
“How do you think it happened?” I was pulling onto the highway ahead of the cavalcade that had left my house a few minutes ago.
“How what happened, Sheils?” Sheila rode with me while the kids rode in their own vehicles because everyone had their own thing going on after brunch. My in-laws were, of course, in their own car, and the piece of shit was pulling up the rear on his lonesome since no one invited him.
“How those two even met.”
“Got a lot of free time on your hands, do ya.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I mean, you’re thinking about that dumb shit. Does it matter how they met or how it happened?”
“No, hear me out. I’ve been thinking about it since Preston made that statement about bringing up his crush on you to Marly. You don’t think she talked her daughter into going after your husband, do you?”
“Whether she did or the kid took it upon herself to go after him doesn’t matter. Those people don’t owe me anything. Kevin is the one at fault here because he’s the one who was married to me. Besides, we’re past that now; why even bother thinking about that stupid shit?”
“Are you really not upset? Not upset, but you know what I mean.”
“I told you, I’m fine. I didn’t do anything wrong, so why should I be upset? Why should the victim pay the price for someone else’s mistakes? I love my life. I think when people hear that, they think it’s all about your job or career, your family life, and all the other add-ons. But my life is simply that, life, mine. I was given one life to live, and I’m not about to let anyone take even a second of it from me.”
“The way I see it, for whatever time I have left here, I owe it to myself to enjoy as much of the life I was given as I possibly can. I refuse to let another human being like me have that kind of power over me. I thought you knew me better than that.”
“Yeah, but don’t you feel anything? You were in love with him; I know you were. And you were happy with your married life.”
“What’s me crying and making myself suffer? Is it going to change? I should sulk and moan while those two go on with their happy lives? Would my being sullen change anything? Can he un-fuck her? No, it’s a done deal. Therefore, it’s time to move on to the next stage of my life.”