CREEPYPASTA

Or xT

Why couldn't she just take him back? I think that all the time when I hold my new little baby girl. She is so incredibly beautiful, bright blue eyes and wispy blond hair. She rarely cries and always goes down for a nap when she is supposed to, there couldn't be anything more angelic about her. Her father couldn't be more perfect either, a beautiful complimentary genetic match to me, a doctor named Greg. We are so very in love and then, Georgie happened.

God I hate that thing, and Georgie? Really? His name is George but Ma always has to make everything into her baby. I think she got him as a replacement for my useless drug addict brother who vanished over ten years ago as a teen. He was into some skeevy shit. Meth, coke, PCP, he said he just wanted to get off this rock and find something else, something better. I said he was just insane. When he had been declared legally dead, Ma got the cat. Dad said she was just trying to compensate and it wasn't a big thing. Let her have the mongrel and it would shut her up.

Things were completely fine until Dad died a few months ago. Lisa, my perfect little angel was only 3 months old when I was forced to take that evil little beast into my home. You see, when Dad died he left her like no money. Which is understandable as they were both in massive debt from living beyond their means for years on end.

I really don't know what they were thinking, spending their money like that, Dad always seemed to think there was a never ending supply of it. Yeah he had a six figure income but he was spending at least a seven figure income every year. They always had the latest technology and best cars, took first class vacations and I am so sure Ma only wore every outfit she owned once before tossing it.

In a heartbeat he had died. They said it was cardiac arrest, I was pretty sure that he had choked on the lox bagel he was eating. Either way, Ma was left in a hole and it was up to Greg and I to pull her up and fill in the cracks. At first she refused our help. A proud, Jewish woman never wants help like that. "Oh you need the money more than me sweetie, you have a baby coming. Georgie and I will be just fine on our own." I guess she thought she could live on the line of credit they still had but that went sour and fast.

When Greg and I stepped in we both decided that the best move for her would be to get her into an assisted living community where they would monitor all of her finances and basically take away everything.

It's not like we make that much money either, well at the time we didn't, but if Ma hated it we knew she'd just leave because she was such a stubborn bitch like that. So we had to scrimp and save to put her somewhere decent so she would be taking taxis to our house every night. Luckily soon after placement Greg got his promotion and we became far more comfortable again, not rich, just comfortable. He's a genius but he has a long way to go. As such, he's hardly ever home, it's just me, Lisa, and that damn cat.

I supposed I could have told her no, that Georgie had to go to a shelter or something but the way she looked at me with those pathetic eyes about how this wasn't her fault and he was all she had (as if I wasn't even her daughter standing there) I agreed. Lisa was only about a week old at the time and she was very fussy, she always got like that around Ma and I just wanted to take her out of there and go home.

So here I am, a writer by trade, if you even want to call me a writer. All I do is write a column for the local paper, I'm a food critic, and I am taking time off to be with Lisa. In a few more months I'll find her proper daycare and we'll be out of here but for now it's just me and the stupid cat. Since all I do is write day by day I thought it might help me feel less insane to get this all out and read it back, realize that it's all in my head and I am just lonely without Greg.

It's time for her bath, though, so I'll be back later if the mood strikes me. I don't know how much I am liking this stream of consciousness shit but my dear husband told me to write it down. I reminded him his specialty is not psychiatry.