My Twin Flame

Chapter One

"Damn it Elliott you are not doing this to them again! Friday starts your weekend, you need to be here!" I can't help but yell into the phone.

"Right and I just bet that little floozy Tonya will be going with you!" Again with the yelling, why do I let this man inferate me so badly?

"That is not fair, you cannot keep treating Tonya this way is my fiancee now." Oh his words just burn through me like a hot poker stick.

"Your What!!! You've got to be JOKING... Well congratulations to the happy happy couple. I have to go take care of our children now!" With that I slam down the phone. "Grrr the idiocy of that man!" I grunt out as I check to make sure my phone screen is not broken.

"Let me guess dad isn't coming to get us this weekend?"

"Oh, Vanessa honey, I am sorry. No you won't be going to your dads this weekend."

"It's Cool, I hate going there with Tonya anyways. Last time they made this big deal they were getting married. Tonya drug me around dress shopping all day. It sucked" Being my 15 year old daughter preferred jeans and anything black to dresses and bows, I am sure it did suck as she would say.

"I just don't know what to do about your father anymore? I am so tired of fighting with him. Then making excuses to you kids."

"You don't have to make excuses for me mom, I already know dad is worthless and Tonya's a bimbo."

"Vanessa, you cannot call her a bimbo if she is going to be marrying your father."

"Ok. Step bimbo." How could I not laugh at my daughter's humor? Especially since this is the longest conversation I have had with her in two years.

"So ummm, mom can I go to the mall with Sierra today after school?"

"She's the one with her nose and eyebrow pierced right?"

"Yeah that's well, kinda the reason I wanted to go.... I was going to get my bellybutton pierced. Here I need you to sign this form since I am under eighteen."

"Are you insane? NO! I am not signing anything for you to get your belly pierced at fifteen years old."

"UGH, I HATE YOU SO MUCH SOMETIMES!" With that Vanessa threw on her headphones and stormed out of the kitchen.

"You can go to the mall but you're not coming home with any holes in your body!" I yelled after her, hoping that she heard me.

"Hey mom, was that dad I heard you fighting with again?" Max, my thirteen year old son plopped down onto the bar stool and began pouring his cereal.

"Your dad or Vanessa. Isn't it always one of them I am fighting with? So glad you're laid back kiddo." I grabbed the milk out of the fridge and handed it over to him.

"So dad's not coming this weekend, hunh?"

"No, he has some conference in Boston he has to attend."

"Then he's gonna miss my scrimmage game he won't get to see me pitch. This game could determine if I make pitcher this year."

"Ahh Max I totally forgot that you had your scrimmage this weekend. I'll tell you what kid, how about a good ole mom is out there cheering you on?"

"Yes as long as you aren't overly embarrassed like you normally are."

"I'm not embarrassed. I am a cool mom."

"Yea and you yell things like 'way to go honey' or 'that's my baby boy'... You can't do that, I'm not a child anymore mom. I am a man."

On that note my youngest Libby walked into the kitchen. "Yea well if you are such a man, then why do you still sleep with Mr. Giggles"