Tuesday Tales and a Gray Area Beginning 2015
Happy December Tuesday Tales... Today, I return to my current WIP, Personal Fouls,
book 3 for my Fantasy Leagues series. This week our group writes to the word prompt, gray. Who is getting family history from a concerned Auntie?
“He was
sleeping around as soon as he hit puberty. Somehow, he possessed the charm to
drop panties. Surely, he wasn’t careful enough to always use protection. He was
never worried about the end game.”
“Did you
ever talk with my mom about any of this? Maybe try to warn her?” Stuck in the
middle between guarding my mother’s honor and allowing her free will pinned me
into a corner. “Did he ever love my mom?”
“Absolutely!
He loved your mom. They married with the best of intentions and made great
business partners. I thought possibly she might tame his savage ways. He was
loyal longer than I thought he would be.”
“What
happened?”
“Dammit,
this is gonna be a tough delivery, so bear with me. When your mom became
pregnant with you, apparently, she didn’t feel very…frisky, if you know what I
mean.”
“He couldn’t
keep it holstered nine months?”
“She came to
me crying one day with a stereotypical tale. While doing laundry, she found a
matchbook in his pocket with a phone number written on it. He didn’t do a very
good job of hiding it. I think he knew she wouldn’t leave while pregnant, so,
he tested the waters. Your father learned how far he could push boundaries.
Eventually, he pushed her right out of the bedroom.”
Anger,
shame, guilt all boiled like a responsive stew from the bottoms of my feet to
the top of my head. “It was my fault, her life turned to a gray area. Does my mom
blame me?”
Adelaide
smacked the top of my head. “Are you daft? Of course she didn’t blame you. I
can’t believe you even asked me that. Stop with the poor me, or the
conversation is over. Your father is a sociopath. He has always been on his
side, never did he really consider anyone else, not even you.”
I’m quite
sure the ends of my hair stood up from the static electricity of her words, a sociopath? Hell no, not my father.
“Auntie, my father is a selfish asshole, now an incapacitated asshole, but, he
isn’t some machete wielding wacko.”
“Sociopaths,
psychopaths, serial killers, those can be three very separate states of being.
Your father was selfish, manipulative, self-centered, narcissistic, arrogant,
and lacked empathy, would you agree?”
“I think you
nailed all of his better qualities.”
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