Love Is Ǝvil

33 So Long, Bitch, You Did Me So Wrong

Marshall looked at the table and counted the plates once more, seven. He smiled for a moment, thinking how amazing it was that his family counted seven people in total. That was a lot of people. Even if they weren't always nice to each other, he was thankful for everyone of them. Which fitted perfectly the theme of the evening.

He called them all for dinner and while they seated themselves, he mixed himself another glass of the red drink he recently had grown fond of. As he came back to the table to take his seat, he halted for a moment. His three girls sat at their usual places, expected, but his ex-wife and his brother sat as far away from each other as possible, which somehow left himself to sit between his maybe-sister-in-law and his ex-wife. Just a little bit awkward. Oh well, he was an adult. Since when? You, my little gay looking boy, hadn't had a growth spurt since you sucked your first dick. He could eat civilly next to Kim.

So he sat down. "Everyone, dig in." It followed the clings and clangs of plates and pots being passed around and the chatter of "Hand me the gravy" grew into an easy conversation. Marshall didn't much participate. He wasn't in the mood for company, if he was being honest, but this was Thanksgiving and his girls deserved some wholesome family time. If not today, when else? Also, he liked to see his daughters and Kim spend time together. He hated how broken their family was, so he tried even harder to smooth things over for them. It wasn't the girls fault, that their parents couldn't be together.

His ears perked up, as his brother Nate said in a very accusing tone: "You have a boyfriend?" Marshall thought in a moment of shock this was meant for him and tried to find an excuse. But there was none.

Then, Kim answered: "So what? Am I not allowed to date?"

Nate responded with a disapproving huff.

"You date? Huh. Cool", Marshall said and continued with his meal. Relieved. Pussy. Your friends knew all this time, what makes you think your family doesn't?

Kim looked at him lightly annoyed. "What?"

"Uhm, good for you?" Was that better? He shrugged.

Now she seemed just puzzled. "What?"

"Hope, it's going well for you two", he added, but she still looked at him confused. "I don't know. What you want me to say?" No one wants you to say anything. Just shut up, fag!

She frowned. "I didn't expect you to say anything."

"Oh", he tilted his head slightly, nonplussed. "Well, then pretend I didn't." I wish I could, but fuck me is your voice annoying. And no dick in sight to shut you up.

"So, you're cool with her dating some random guy?", Nate asked, still with this accusing tone.

Marshall shrugged again. "What's it to me? She's her own woman and we've been divorced for years. If she wants to put herself out there, that's her business."

Kim gave him a short but friendly smile.

"And it's always some random person, until they suddenly ain't anymore. That's how meeting new people works", he added. They'd gone through enough shit together and tried hard enough to make it work and it just wouldn't between them. What else was he to do but to let go? However hard that was. He still thought of her as family, he always would, and he loved her, but he also sometimes hated her fiercely. They both deserved to find some peace and it wasn't with each other. A truth, that was hard to swallow.

"Why so nice all of a sudden?", Nate asked perplexed.

Lainy grinned conspiratorial as she explained: "Maybe, because he has a girlfriend, too. They've been going out for a while now."