A Thing Called Life

A Thing Called Recovery Pt.3

When school ended I let Lilah and DeAndre walk to by themselves. Besides I guess I wanted to walk alone anyway. But then I heard, "Robby!" I looked behind me, hoping that it wasn't Kyle, to find out that it was Chelsi. "Hey." she said, trying to catch her breath. "What's up." I said, trying to look cool. "I don't mean to bother you but...you're very intriging." she said. "Umm. Thanks." I said. To me that's an insult. Usually I get cute, sexy, or fine. "So. Why do you think I'm intriging?" I asked.

"I don't know. It's just the way you are. I love it." she says, giggling. "Seems like you want to ask me out." I said. She rolls her eyes. "Well this is my stop. See ya Robby." she says, walking away. I waved. Ya know, Chelsi isn't that bad. She could become a great friend of mine. But nothing more. And plus I don't date white girls. I'm not trying to be a racist, but I just don't do white girls. It's not my thing. Well instead of talking about me not dating white girls, maybe I should get home.

So I get home and I kick my shoes off at the door. "Hey Robby. What took you so long?" my dad asked. "Nothing. I was just talking to my new friend." I said, putting my backpack on the dinner table. "Oh. Who is he? Tell me all about him?" he said, grabbing a towel so he could dry off the dishes. "Um. Well her name is Chelsi and she's amazing." I said, not noticing that I sounded like I was in love or something. "You sound like you're in love." he said. He started to laugh. "Oh please, dad." I said, rolling my eyes.

So later that night after dinner, I was going to go to the bathroom. But of course, my lazy self wants to ease-drop. "C'mon babe. All I need is two minutes." I heard my dad say. "Look, Ethan. I'm tired and I don't feel like it." mom said. "Of course. You don't even look at me when I greet you at the door." my dad said, sounding like a chick. "Well want do you want me to do." mom said, sounding like a dude. "What I want you to do is start paying attention to me. Because our marrige isn't great right now." my dad said.

"Oh really. You think I don't know that. I just don't want sex. Why is it such a big deal?" mom said. "Fran. We haven't had sex in three months." he said. "So. If people who truly love each other they wouldn't need to have sex to show it." she said. "Oh really. Well how do you expect to show your love because I'm not seeing it." he said. "I can't believe I'm spending my time talking to you when I could be getting some beauty sleep." my mom said. "I can't believe that it came to this." my dad said.

I backed off. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My parents marrige is obviously going to end soon. Lord knows I don't want that to happen. And everytime I "over-heard" mom talking to one of her girlfriends, she's like, "I know. I'm so happy with my marrige. Nothing is going to tear us apart. I love him so much." And now it seems like she doesn't even give a damn about her own marrige. You know, the one that was so great. I can't believe this. All of my friends are living the divorce life but I never thought that I would.

My mom stormed out of her room. She's wearing clothes instead of her pajamas."Mom. Where are you going?" I asked. "Um. Out I'll be back tomorrow." she said, grabbing her purse. "Look mom. I was ease-dropping again. What's wrong with you and dad?" I asked. Her eyes widedend and her jaw dropped. "Robby K Lo-" "Oh save it mom. Tell me, please." I said, interrupting her. "Ugh Robby. If you want to know! If you really want to know! Me and your dad are getting a divorce!" she yelled.

Lilah, Chad, Rocky and dad ran out of their rooms. "Nice job Francine!" my dad said. "Mom. Dad. Is this true. Are you guys really getting a divorce?" Rocky said, with tears coming to her eyes. "I'm afraid so honey." my mom said. Rocky ran crying to her room. "I can't believe this." Chad said, walking away. "Me either." Lilah said, walking to her room, also. "Well. I can say. I saw it coming." I said. Then I walked away. I guess I sounded like a hypocrit because I said I didn't but who cares. My parents are breaking up.

I walked up to the top of the stairs but didn't go in my room. "I'll be back tomorrow." she said, putting on her shoes. "Why did it have to turn out like this." my dad said. "It's just not working out." she said, looking away. "Well. I'll see you tomorrow." he said. She left out. But from what I'm hearing, mom broke up with dad.

I guess dad has to go through this thing called recovery.