So, we continue on...We've been there awhile now...Stepdad is getting visibly upset...angry because he really isn't a part of the conversation. He's pi$$ed because he is paying for dinner and he isn't really a part of things anymore. NOT MY FAULT.
My brother gets up to leave. I follow suit. We say thanks for dinner, yadda, yadda...
Stepdad says, "You guys just go. I will stay here and maybe have two or three more drinks alone."
Mom and sis and bro immediately jump in and say, "Do you want us to stay? We can stay...We will stay with you."
Mom: "I'm not leaving you alone."
I nudge mom and say, "We can leave."
Bro and sis sit down because they are good Christians and that's the "kind" thing to do. We've been lectured by mom on this that Stepdad is fragile and needs our love right now.
I sit down. I'm peeved though.
I'm not that person anymore. They are still at this place where I used to live, have roots and knew the lay of the land. That's not me anymore. D20 and D11 are uncomfortable too.
We get in the car, finally, and let it out. "Are they crazy?"
"You know, it's times like these when I realize what a superhero I am." Tony Stark/Iron Man
“Focus on what you can do, then do it with all your heart.” Lois Wilson
