My Mother in Law

Settling In

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That morning when I woke up, I got dressed and made the minimal contact with Zachary. Just a brief good morning and I was out the door, of course after him showing me the code and me assuring him I'd take a cab. And I did. I had a long day ahead of me, I still had to move in a load of things, despite me staying in one room. It was still quite large for one person.

Speaking of rooms, that little stunt he pulled yesterday in my room was completely unacceptable. What did he think I was going to do? This isn't one of those fairytale movies where they just stare at each other and then start kissing which leads to... well you know. Anyway, we had made a strict arrangement and he said that I didn't have to do any physical stuff. Not that I would want to.

But I seriously didn't understand Zachary. The first time I met him, he was arrogant and overconfident. That night when he called to ask for a second chance, he sounded broken and hurt. And then there's yesterday, he was actually thoughtful and dare I say, loving?

I just don't know what's up with him. Putting on my shades, I got out of the cab, paid the driver and approached the building. There was quite some chaos out there and I couldn't even reach the entrance because of the crowd.

Determined, I literally elbowed my way through the and to the centre, where two men were standing in front of a couple of trucks and a very red-faced Allan, our lobby man. He was furious and shouting, flailing his arms around like a mad man while gesturing at the trucks and their owners who didn't seem the least but fazed, leaning casually against their truck boots.

The crowd seemed to be taking sides, I recognized some of them, residents of the building. Just when Allan looked like he was about to get physical, I stepped in.

"Woah woah people, CALM DOWN... what seems to be the issue?" I was well aware that I sounded like I was in my office at the company but, you can't blame me. It's my most authoritative mode.

Allan stepped back a bit, "Ms. Omar these idiots here have parked their trucks right in front of the entrance and don't want to move. Now if they don't, I'm going to have to use my-"

"Okay Allen calm down I'm sure that's quite unnecessary," I stifled a giggle, Allen was not even comparable to these muscle men and couldn't possible harm a hair on their built bodies. I smiled and turned to them instead, "You guys look like some nice decent people, and there a lot of areas for short term parking so maybe you could-"

The one to the left stopped me by a raise of his palm, "Ma'am, we're here with strict orders from our boss. Someone with a lot of boxes and stuff that we're supposed to help and the trucks have to be as close as they can to the entrance."

Wait what? Orders from their boss? And why would they be moving boxes? They don't look like movers and their trucks are definately private.

Then suddenly, it clicked...

The movers. Theses were the guys Zach sent over to help me. And I've been standing here like an idiotic peacemaker while I'm the cause of this mess.

"Allan, can I talk to you for a sec?"
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After convincing Allan to leave the trucks there for a short while, I had the men accompany me to my apartment while giving Allan nasty glares no doubt. They transported all boxes and bags to the trucks except for a few that I was going to take with me in my car. I gave one last sweep through the place even though I knew I hadn't forgotten anything, I was too attached to this place.

Moving on... such a hard thing to do. But even if you don't, life will go on. No one will stop by every day, time will not stand still, the world won't stop. I've learnt this the hard way, but there's no reason to dwell over that now, I'm starving.

I remembered that the cupboards were bare and that I had to go shopping... well, I gues that serves as a decent distraction.

Now that I had shopped and made lunch, I was lounging on the living room couch when I received a video call from my sister, Maryam. Force of habit, I picked up.

"Yo what's up Mar-"

I froze because the person staring at me through the screen was someone I avoided, someone I hadn't spoken to in over a month. Her eyes were furious and she was angry, mouth set in a straight line and she looked every one of her fifty two years...

My mom

I still kept my cool, "Oh hi mom, is Maryam not there or something? I can call back later."

She just stared at me. "Where are you?"

"At home," it sounded more of a question than a statement. "Why?"

"I don't know," there was obvious sarcasm in her voice "It so happened that someone, a random and complete stranger happened to pass me by yesterday and congratulate me on my dqughter's MARRIAGE!" She practically screamed the last word.

I grimaced, then almost died when the reality of her words sunk in. I had a lot of explanation to do.

"Who would that person be?"

"None of your business. You are flying right back here so we can settle you a marriage with a decent young man."

"I'm good thanks," then after a murderous glare I sighed "You know work won't allow me to travel. Besides, I'm happy with Zachary, we're doing fine."

"How long have you too been doing fine?"

"Not long actually just a couple days."

"That's it! You are flying right back here so we can focus on you, and find you a husband that we approve of!"

We being her and dad. Hell to the no thanks.

"When have you ever approved of anything I did?" I sounded bitter but couldn't help it.

"When have you ever done anything worth praise?"

"I don't need your praise! I learned a long time ago that it wouldn't come. No matter what I do, how hard I try, so you know what mom? I stopped trying! So know that I'm across the Atlantic you suddenly wanna take care and act?! No thanks mom, I don't need you. I don't need dad or any of those people I did before. I'm not sorry I'm a disappointment to you because frankly, I don't care. I don't give a rat's ass what you think!"

With that, I ended the call, threw the phone on the couch and let the burning tears of anger and frustration fall. What she said didn't anger me. No, I was highly immune to harsh words. Yes, an acquired adaptation.

But that after all these years, her words had still gotten to me and reminded me of how pathetic my life was. That I was kidding myself. I had no choice but to cry it all out so hugging my knees I let the tears fall faster. The tears I'd kept at bay because I told myself that I did this all by choice and that I was a free spirit.

And even that has changed.
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