Bad Things

Of all the men mom had married, there wasn't a single one that could replace my dad. Except one.


9. Moving Out

The end of the semester had come quickly. Mom and I haven’t spoken since that night. I don’t know what had happened of she and Harry. Occasionally, Harry would talk to me during his day-offs or during his lunch break. Other than that, silence. I would ask him about mom.

He would tell me that she would often stay out late and come home drunk. I broke my mother. I hurt her. The day I was home for summer break, mom was in bed. Harry had made himself comfortable in the guest room. At least, they were still together.

I didn’t bother to carry my stuff upstairs. I had gone immediately to her room. I entered, seeing her in bed. I closed the door and walked up to her bed. “Mom?” Mom was turned away from me. “Mom, I’m home."

“How long?” asked she. Mom looked at me. I could see the anger in her eyes. Then there was a look I hadn’t seen since my graduation. Disappointment. “Just Spring break mom. Since we went out to dinner Tuesday night.” I answered. I couldn’t lie to her anymore. She was still my mom. Mom finally sat up in bed to wipe her tears away. “I didn’t mean to do this to you. I… I should’ve said some—"

“What about the day you came to the office?"

I looked down. “That was Harry. He… he called."

“Why would you two keep a secret from me like that?"

“I’m going to move out as soon as I graduate, or if not, much sooner than I had planned. Mom, I’m sorry I hurt you. Since dad died, nothing has been the same. Our relationship has changed completely. You stopped being my mother because you started to bring home strangers. You didn’t even care if I liked them or not. You only cared because you were interested in them. Why else didn’t you realize that I didn’t want to get along with any of your previous husbands and their children? Then I hear from Harry that you’ve been out drinking since… since I told you that he and I slept together. Mom, it was a mistake. I shouldn’t have done something like that; and neither should Harry. If you want someone to blame, blame me. I am the one who did this to you. I took away your happiness, but don’t tell Harry to leave you.” This always happened. I sacrificed my own happiness for someone elses. I hardly ever thought about me.

Mom reached out her arm. I was crying by this point. I sat on her bed as she had moved over. She wrapped her arm around her. “Awe honey, I’m sorry I let a guy come in between us. I’m always going to be your mother. I’m sorry that I haven’t been acting like the best mother lately.” She rubbed my back. I cried into her shoulder. The two of us pulled away. She wiped away my tears. “If you leave, this house won’t be the same without you.”

“But your marriage with Harry is—"

“I know. Harry and I will need to have a long discussion. For now, I’m just glad that you’re home for the time being.” Mom smiled. “How about tomorrow that we can just have a mother-daughter day? We haven’t had one of those in a long time.” I nodded and said to her that I’d really like that a lot. Then I left her room. Harry was just coming downstairs. He said that he decided to bring my suitcase and my stuff upstairs. I told him it wasn’t necessary, but he said he needed something to do. “How’s your mom?” asked he.

“She’ll be fine. She’s a strong woman. We talked things through.” I said.

“I hope I’m still in her good graces."

“You are Harry. She… she loves you.” It hurt me to say that. Harry knew it. He started to reach his hand out towards me, but I pulled away. “The best decision for you and I is to stay away from each other. I’ve decided to move once I graduate, and you’re not going to come with me.” It was then I headed upstairs and closed the door to my bedroom.

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