She's Kind of a Disaster

33- The Talk

By the time that Friday rolls around, I have dropped all of my classes for the semester. I am officially not a pre-law student anymore. Well, at least not for this semester. If I decide to stay at this university, then I will reenroll and change my major. But if I go somewhere else, I'll just drop out of this university and go wherever it is that I decide to go.

Earlier today, I said goodbye to Bella and Shaw before I drove back home with Jesse. We're both going back just for the weekend to tell them what disappointments we've become. Jesse is going to come out of the closet and I'm going to tell them that I'm not going to become a lawyer.

I didn't really think that Jesse would decide to go through with this after I had told him that he should. I guess that he's done some thinking this week, though, and has decided that it's time to do this. We're both terrified and nervous, so the entire ride home is pretty quiet.

Our parents know that we're coming home, so we suggested that we go out to dinner tonight so that we can tell them in public. If we're in public, they will be forced to behave until we get home. At least that'll buy us some time while they can cool off for a little bit before getting angry.

That plan was shot down though, because after I asked my mom if we could go out to dinner, she insisted that she cook for us. She thinks that she makes an amazing meatloaf because our father always made us tell her that it's delicious. She makes it every time there's a special occasion, but it's not great. So, not only do we have to tell them these things that they'll hate, we have to do it while stomaching my mother's meatloaf. This weekend is definitely not going to be a great one.

I've decided not to mention the abortion because it's all over now, so it wouldn't help anything to tell them something that would make them hate me even more. I had a doctor's appointment yesterday to confirm that I was no longer pregnant after the abortion, so I'm officially not pregnant anymore. It'll just be easier to move on from it instead of bringing it up to make things even worse on top of everything else.

At home, Jesse and I walk into the house together and both of our parents are sitting in the living room watching TV. The stench of the meatloaf is thick in the air, which means that dinner is already prepared. I was hoping to have at least some time to prepare myself for this dinner, and the talk that comes with it, but I guess that's not going to happen.

"My babies are home," My mom cheers as we walk in. Both of my parents get up from the couch and greet us at the door with hugs. They seem like such nice people, and most of the time they are, except for when you try to go against them at any point in time. They go from a cute middle-aged couple with a happy family to a tropical storm ready to destroy everything in its path very quickly.

"Hi, Mom," I hug her back. I'm sure that it won't take them long to realize that something is up with Jesse and I. We're clearly both nervous about what's going to happen during dinner and they'll be able to pick up on that pretty quickly.

"Clayton didn't come back with you?" She notices curiously.

"Nope, it's just us," I assure her.

"Is dinner ready?" Jesse asks in hopes of moving this along. We have to get this over with now because if we have to drive back to campus tonight, we don't want to be up driving all night. The thought is definitely a very real possibility though. They might be so angry at us that they won't let us stay in their house.

"Yep, the meatloaf just came out of the oven. Let's go eat," My mom starts to usher everybody into the dining room.

"So, what brings you kids home for the weekend?" My dad asks us. "Not that we don't love having you back, but is there a special occasion?"