What Goes Around Comes Around

The Last, Good Halloween

Things were patched up. We got into a HUGE fight on Sunday after I came home from Sunday brunch. It was rainy and dreary, and my tips were abysmal. It was like I was starting over. Suzie, treated me like a new server. Dawn was kind of beginning her reindeer games but it would get worse. This was a taste of things to come. Phil called me a "chickenshit cunt". Well, I had a nervous breakdown before I went up to the Summit Club. It was so bad I didn't make it. This pregnancy was different. I knew I was having a boy. We found out my LMP was June 25. I was screwed. I knew I felt funny at that July party we had with friends. Word was traveling that we were "slipping" in life. Invites weren't as forthcoming. People did not want the help talking among them.

"You are off today?"
"Yes."
"You sure you don't want to work. Lots of money.   Chloe and Frances think you need to jump on this and not resist."
"I want time with our girls."
"You have to think of the money."
"I don't want to."
"Well, when we fucking lose this house you will feel like a chump."
"I made a promise to my girls."
"Fine. I will work my ass of and you will be the fucking, fat pregnant wife. We have a baby coming and we should have gotten had an abortion. Why did you not tell me?"
"I was running a lot."
"Well, you are fat and have periods. I think you fucked around on me. Was it a businessman's baby."
"No. Yours."

I was lying. "What are you going to do when the baby comes out looking like Gary?" I heard my mom say.

The girls were so excited. I couldn't let them down. I called Grandma and said we would see her after trick or treating. She said she had a special treat, popcorn balls, for them. I smiled. At least they had that to look forward to. They asked about going to the mall, to get their earrings and candy at PopClub. I was beginning to not be able to afford that.   However, I made that promise to them and I put off the electric bill.  This was how the new normal.   Phil said, "Well have fun wasting time."  Little did I know this was one of the last Halloween's I would spend with the girls.

    We didn't waste time.  We walked in the pouring rain under a golf umbrella and we made bank in candy.  We went to my grandmas where she dried our pants as we sat in the living room with the wood stove going.  Her home was so rustic and simple and the girls loved the old TV.  Grandmas asked about the baby as the forks do,ores with crayons from when my mom was a kid. 

    "Your mother said it's not Phil's."
"I don't know."
"Christine."
"I know.  I didn't think my husband would be an alcoholic loser."
"I think he is on the verge of ruin and you can find someone to marry who will be better than Phil."
"I wish I would have chosen better."
"Look at those girls.  Do you want them to thunk that?"  She was right.  I got home.  My schedule this week was just Sunday.  Karin's big retirement was THIS Saturday so they were having a VIP night just for her and then I would close for almost a decade....  

      I got home and went online.  Gary took his kids trick or treating.   He looked so good, like Donnie Brasco.  In a casual shirt, jeans and gym shoes, I melted.   However, we were broke.  We had twenty three in checking and four hundred in savings.  I looked around the foyer and the house.   I had outfits thar did not fit, so I went through my closet and began a sale on eBay!  eBay would be my friend.  First it was things I didn't care about.   It was the millions of outfits, the plethora of Bath and Body Works I had gotten over the years....   

    Phil got home and fortunately I wasn't staring at Gary'a family.  Emmy was a fatass.  He was right.  However, Emmy would find out about a more recent lover in a few years and leave.  Karma would hit them in the face. 

   "We got slammed.  You missed out," he said with that shameful tone of voice.
"I spent time with my girls."
"Listen. You'd better thunk of the money side of this.  My paychecks are half of what they bruised to be."
"Don't worry.  I listed some things."
"Well we may have to sell the whole damn house.  You get off your fucking ass and work!  We will have a mouth I can't feed and I din't think it's mine!"
"I am trying."
"Oh, Chloe said I need to divorce your fucking ass."
"Really?  You wanna bang that old puss?"
"Look, times are a gonna change and you have to deal.  No more weekends.  No more fun.  We have to face the music."

    I didn't want to....