Dinner was awkward to say the least. Not just because a little over an hour before my sister completely lost her shit. But also because I basically had to beg my sister to feed her child and I.
She kept saying some nonsense about having to wait for Marcus.
I finally convinced her to let us eat when I said that this is 2014 and not the 50's, and if her husband wasn't going to be home on time then screw him. That seemed to be good enough because by eight thirty I was on my second helping of mashed potatoes. And that's when Marcus decided to walk through the door.
Abby stood up so quickly her chair almost fell over, but before I could ask her what was wrong she ran off to greet Marcus.
"She wasn't supposed to be here until next week!" Marcus' raised voice made me drop my spoon. And as soon as Marcus started yelling Tristan started crying.
"Hush now sweet boy. It's just your daddy." I walked over to Tristan to try and soothe him. His tear stained face was to hard for me to resist, so I gently lifted him out if his high chair. Abby and Marcus entered the kitchen just as I placed Tristan on my hip.
Just in time for him to pee on the Lincoln High sweatshirt I was wearing.
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If my nephew urinating all over my sweatshirt wasn't weird enough, right after that I was dismissed by Abby and told to go to my room. Like a child!
Laying in the bed staring at the guest bedroom ceiling I can't help but to feel as exactly that. A guest. Last summer when I stayed with my sister I thought that her life was enviable. Now I can't help but to feel for her.
Her marriage used to have spark. And even though I only spent a few moments in the kitchen with them together today, I could tell that Abby was not happy. Yes, she looked like the perfect wife standing next to her perfect husband. If you didn't count the cast on her arm, or the fact that she stood two feet away from him and tensed anytime he came near her. No, she hasn't told me anything was wrong in her marriage so I should have no reason to worry. And yes my sister is a grown ass woman of twenty-one and could probably deal with her own problems, but I couldn't help but wonder.
Especially since before this past year Abby and I were close. The age difference never mattered to us because we both shared a mutual love and appreciation for art. Ever since I was two and she taught me how to paint my first sunset, which still hangs proudly in my bedroom at home, we were inseparable.
Not lately though. When she first moved out of our moms house three times years ago we would talk everyday, but later on that month when mom got our phone bill she was pissed. So we decided to just talk once a week.
Then mom moved us away from Nebraska and the calls became long distance, so we only had them monthly. But that still didn't bother me because our phone calls went on for hours and even though my sister had her own life she always asked me how my life was going. If I was doing good in school, how mom was, if I had a boyfriend.
And we stuck to our monthly phone calls, but over the past nine months I had only received two phone calls and each had lasted no longer than five minutes. I was hurt and I planned to confront her about it. I just had to wait for the right time.
My thoughts on what could possibly be going on in my sisters life and why she never mentioned anything to anyone was interrupted by a thump across the hall.
Followed by another, and another. Couples who are having marital problems don't have sex. At least I don't think they do. I wouldn't know though, because I have never been married, and only had one boyfriend. Who by the way was a jerk who was only after my virginity. Unfortunately I didn't know that he was making a bet with his friends, and I gave it to him. The second I found out I dumped him in front of the entire school. It wasn't mature of me but, he humiliated me so I humiliated him.
Immediately after I dumped him I went home and tried to call Abby. She didn't answer and I cried myself to sleep that night.
It's times like these I find myself wishing I was older and understood more about the world and how it works.
I fell asleep laughing to myself because I was pretty sure if my sister had problems with Marcus they wouldn't be going at it like monkeys.
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Mystery / ThrillerI don't feel bad. And I would do it again. A million times if I had to. It was what I thought was right. I saw a problem, so I solved it. The only way I knew I could fix the problem was to kill him. Like I said I thought it was right. Still do. No...
