Back at home that night my mother was going on and on about how picky her new clients were. I wasn't really paying attention to the details but it sounded like mother of the groom was taking over and not even giving the bride an opinion. It actually seemed like a recurring issue. I was stuffing my face so I couldn't reply, not that she really wanted my opinion on the matter she knew i hated weddings. I found them to be annoying not just because of my dad but the whole point of a wedding. Why did someone need a piece of paper to make their love to one another official? It didn't make any sense to me whatsoever. Then again I'm not even into relationships. I enjoy doing my own thing and not having someone stuck to my side 24/7.
"Steph, what is wrong with you? Are you even listening to anything I'm saying," she asked placing her glass down and staring.
"What um, yeah" I replied back quickly shaking my head a bit confused.
"Oh really what did I say?" she asked folding her arms across her chest.
"Um something about a wedding?" I answered hoping I wouldn't gain an icy glare.
"What could you have possibly been thinking about that you didn't hear me?" she asked like I would actually tell her that. I don't keep secrets from her, well at least I try not to. Of course I didn't tell her my so called "best friend" Lillie was actually my girlfriend but that was a long time ago so it's completely beside the point.
"I'm not really thinking about anything" I said as I stood up and took my plate to the sink. She followed me and leaned against the counter. I could feel her eyes on me watching my every move.
"Your actions say otherwise. So seriously what's up?" She asked once more. I knew she couldn't let it go. She didn't have that in her. She never let anything go.
"Mom I'm fine seriously, just tired is all" I spat hoping she would get off my back about it.
"You know Steph you've been acting strange here recently and I would really appreciate if you would tell me what's going on. Are you doing drugs" She questioned like if I was doing drugs I would just come out and tell her.
"Oh yeah, mom you know it, but only the hard stuff. I can not believe you right now. Am I doing drugs? No mother I am not. I am not the one that has been acting strange you have. You've been different ever since dad left and I haven't said anything because I know you're hurting but you don't get to walk around and accuse me of doing drugs just like I don't get to accuse you of being a drunk. I let it go because I thought that maybe, just maybe you would decide that the bottle of jack in your nightstand wasn't going to bring him back, or fix the fact that he never loved you" I stopped myself I knew I had said too much and I could see the pain written all over her face. I put the towel that was in my hand down on the counter and hung my head. I was ashamed of myself, I should not have ever said that to her.
"Wow Steph, I'm glad you got that off your chest." she said flatly. I could see it in her glossy eyes she was hurt and she was about to cry.
"Mom I... I really shouldn't have" I said moving closer to her, she backed away.
"No it's fine" She said as she turned to walk upstairs. I was kicking myself for saying all those things and maybe they were true but I shouldn't have said them, at least not like that.
"Great, just great" I said to myself grabbing my gym bag and keys before heading out to my 67' camaro. It was my dad's he gave it to me when I was fifteen and just beginning. I headed to the 24 hour gym in our neighborhood just to let off a little steam. I finished my workout and decided to just shower at the gym. I was just about to exit out of the shower wrapped up in my towel when I bumped into someone. We both fell to the ground and I blushed furiously as I picked myself up off of the woman. I held out my hand to help her up and she laughed.
