You all know that I'm a vegetarian, we made this very clear in the first chapter, remember? Well, if not, just click back to it and reread that tense moment between Steve and I.
Anyway, my mother has always supported me in everything I do, the vegetarian thing, the comic books, D&D (Dungeons and Dragons) with my friends back home, even the phase where I dyed my hair ginger red, why did you let me Mom?
Unfortunately, Steve, the guy who likes to sit on his ass all day, drinking beer and gambling away his pension on online poker games, has not been so tolerant of my decisions. Even the smallest decisions, like the side I part my knotty and unruly hair. So, he always likes to make a game of it. Every night at dinner, he will pick on one of my decisions in life, watch the clock, and see how long it takes for me to get irritated.
Tonight's topic was not asking out Addie before we moved.
"I'm just asking, what kind of spineless jellyfish are you? Everyone in this house knows you're obsessed with her. Maybe you should've gained some balls and asked her out." Steve pushed.
I remained silent and chewed on my vegetables, while my family devoured their mutilated pork sausage.
"Steve, you know he's a nervous nelly like his dad." My mom quietly interjected.
I turned to her, she never brought up my sperm donor.
Oh, wait a minute. I haven't told you about Eric yet. Okay.
Eric Shields is my 'father'. Him and my mom divorced when I was 7. Oh, wait, I'm sorry. I keep getting ahead of myself. You're probably wondering where my sister comes into play here. Well, when I was 2, Eric and my mom kept trying to have another baby, unfortunately, she couldn't conceive again, and when she did, it always led to a miscarriage, another strain on their marriage. But eventually, they just went to an adoption agency, picked my sister out, brought her home a couple weeks later, and I was a big brother.
The divorce was hard on me, because I was closer to my dad than I was my mom. Shortly after the divorce was final, Eric met another woman, 'fell in love', got married, had another kid, and moved all the way across the country. For the first months, I got a letter and a phone call every week. Then, the phone calls stopped. Shortly after that, the weekly letters became bi-weekly. And then, none at all. I got one crappy, Dollar Store gift for Christmas and my birthday for the first few years, then that stopped too.
I relied on my mother for support through these times, and one night, my mom met Steve on the subway home. Something about how he saved her from falling into the tracks of the subway. In turn, she fell for him. At first, Steve wasn't all that bad. He would be the dungeon master whenever my friends came over to play D&D. I found myself inviting my friends over less and less whenever Steve was home though, because he was always drunk. And thus, the asshole you all know and love, Steve was made a permanent step father to me and my sister on April 23, 2011.
Now, let's get back to the dinner table, shall we?
"Oh, Noah, sorry." My mom smiled at me, apologetically.
"I hope you all enjoy your mutilated pigs and murdered cows, I'm going upstairs to finish my-"
"plate of sadness." My sister interjected, causing the room to burst into a fit of giggles.
I grabbed my plate and walked up to my room, stabbing a baby tomato with my fork.