Bring Me Out

4.

Eli

Let's just say I'm starting to walk on eggshells.

It's been a little over two months since my mother surprised me by inviting my girlfriend to the banquet, making it October 31st.

Since the whole run in, I've been trying to not think of the negatives and remain positive, for the sake of my relationship.

But damn, it's hard.

Shawna and momma combined is maybe the worst thing possible. You have my mom trying to include Shawna into everything, then there's Shawna who now has the picture in her head that we're made for each other since mama wants to constantly say it every time I walk in the house with Shawna.

Maybe my gut feeling is right, just like all those other times mama tried hooking me up with someone. I'm starting to want to not be around Shawna more and more.

At first I thought I would be okay with dating someone who is diagnosed with bipolar disorder, but now I see that I'm crazy as hell.

"Mama, I'm here." I called out once I entered my parents' home.

"Good, sweetie, we are in the dining room waiting for you." My mother came from the hall, drying her hands on a hand towel.

"You just have to have those hand towels huh mama?" She smiled.

"Well yes. We are too good for flimsy paper towels." She tooted her nose up before leading the way to the dining area.

"Baby?! Oh my gosh I miss you soo much!" I gasp for air once I step into the room, just to get attacked by Shawna.

"Shawna, what are you doing here? I just dropped you home thirty minutes ago."

"Oh, your mom invited me to dinner. You don't want me here?" She unattached herself from me and pouted.

"Come on, let's eat before the neighborhood kids start knocking on the door for candy." My mother clapped her hands together.

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"What do you girls say?"

"Thank you!" I laughed at the little girls dressing as the Powerpuff Girls.

"You're welcome, don't eat all that candy at once." I warned them.

"Trust me, they won't." I laughed at the older girl they were with before she turned them around and left.

"Don't you just love giving back to the needy?" My mother asked once I closed the door.

"The needy? What needy mama?" I hated when people always felt as if they were better than others. That was maybe the biggest pet peeves of mine.

"Oh, calm down baby boy. Go in there with Shawna, you two need to bond more." I sighed.

"You know what mama, I'm just going to head out."

"Leave, why?"

"It was just a long day at work and I'm tired."