Ordinary Life

Family

That evening, I drove to my parents house, in Pasadena, for my mother's birthday celebration. She was turning 61 today, and it has been about a year since I've seen her.

I rang the doorbell, and waited for the door to open. The anticipation was killing me, and I just wanted all of this to be over.

The door finally swung open, and the first person I saw was my sister, Genesis, who I haven't seen in a couple of months. "Eve!" She jumped on me with a hug. "Hey Gen." I forced a smile on my face. "Come on in." Me and Genesis, aren't your ideal sisters. We don't have anything in common. Growing up. She was the skinny girl, I was the thicker one. We look nothing alike. We are complete opposites.

When I walked in, my father was watching the football game while my mom was laying out the plates and utensils. "Genevieve! Oh my God!" She came over and hugged me. "Hey mom." I said. She pulled off of me and looked at my body. "You've gained some weight, since the last time I seen you."

This is exactly why I haven't spoken to my mom in a over year. She says hurtful things to me as such.

When my parents split when I was fourteen, I gained so much weight from stress and depression. Adding to that, being bullied constantly all throughout my highschool life, didn't make anything better. But when I knew I wanted to join the FBI, I had to change myself. I hit the gym, changed my diet, and I lost over 50 pounds. Ever since then, I've kept my weight down. But hearing my mom tell me that I've gained weight, just hurts me, and it lowers my self esteem. It brings back nightmares, that I don't want to reminisce ever again. But now, my parents are thinking about getting remarried, but that's not going to cover the emotional scars written all over me.

"Genevieve, look at my baby girl!" My father came in and hugged me. "Hi dad." I said. "I've missed you." My father replied. I smiled and said, "I wish I could say the same." I didn't like being around them.

Not only was my mother physically abused, her and my sister were verbally abused by my father. My father didn't do that to me. But when my mother noticed it, she'd put her anger towards me. I grew up in a strict and dysfunctional household, it was indescribable. I hated my father for disrespecting my mother, because that led to my mother disrespecting me. It was a chain of reactions.

"Oh don't be like that." He said. "So, are we going to eat? Or not?" I tried to avoid my dad. "Yeah, let's eat." My mother insisted.
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Throughout the dinner, I was highly uncomfortable. "So Genevieve, how's the job at the FBI going?" Genesis asked me. "It's swell. I have a possible promotion coming up, and I'm lead in a murder case right now. So I couldn't complain." I said

"I don't know why you didn't just go to the medical field. You have the brains for it. Now you just threw it all away." My dad snipped. "I didn't throw away anything. I gave all my precious and sweet time, spending it at school to become an FBI agent. Sorry to break it to you dad, but there's no need to get agitated because I didn't choose to enter a field that you could never qualify for." I said. "Genevieve, stop." My mother pointed at me.

"When are you going to find a husband? Hm? That's probably why you're so stubborn." My father spit. "You know why I don't have a husband? Because I don't want a husband who's going to treat me like shit, like you did your ex wife and daughter. I don't need a man. I can fend for myself. I am my own person." I said.

"Have you even tried dating Evie?" Genesis asked. "...No." Even though I just went on a date with Bruno the other night, it wasn't anything special about it.

"Figures." My father mumbled. "Well, Genevieve, I do want grandchildren one day. It's a dream of mine." I scrunched up my face. About 3 years ago, Genesis and her husband were desperate to a have a baby, but it came to the conclusion that she could not carry a baby on her own, and she did not have the finances for a surrogate.

"You know what? I don't have time for this shit!" I slammed my fork down onto the table. "Watch your mouth!" My father shouted. "I'm 28 fucking years old! I can say or do whatever the fuck I want!" I grabbed my purse. "I honestly can't believe I belong to you people. This is such bullshit!"

I left the house and made my way back to my house. Earlier, when I spoke to Bruno, I had given him my cell phone number, and on my way home, he sent me a text. I was so disgusted from what just happened at my parents house, I couldn't even bear to read the text message. I just wanted to go to sleep, and hope that this will just all go away.