Bass Lessons ~ {Twiggy Ramirez}

The Date Part 1

Athena

I wake up to the sound of tapping on the basement doors. 

I look at my alarm clock, it was 9 am. Meaning, I got 4 hours of sleep.

"Athena, Honey, it's mom. Can I come down?" I hear my mom ask softly

"Yeah, that's okay mom" I call back, getting out of bed, and putting on a robe.

When my mom is about half way down the stairs, I realize that I still have the makeup on from last night.

I quickly rush to my bathroom, and close the door

"Are you in the bathroom, Honey?" My mom asks

"Yeah, just give me a minute, mom" I call back, turning on the faucet and beginning to scrub at my face with a wash cloth

"Okay, honey." I hear my mom pause "I just have to tell you something"

She sounded... Excited?

Once all the makeup is off my face, I open the door and walk out 

"Sure, what is it?

"Sit down, love" My mom says, patting my bed that she was now sitting on 

I sit down, then I look at her

"Okay, what is it, ma?" I ask, at this point I was honestly concerned

It had been awhile since a saw genuine joy in her face.

It was great though, to actually see her starting to be happy again

"So, I have actually been seeing a therapist" She pauses

I smile at her and she smiles back 

"Mom, that's great!" I say 

"Yes, well, she suggested that I start to bring new people into my life" He pauses again "Even... Romantically" 

I look at her, slightly shocked. I mean, it had been a while since my father had passed, but at the same time, it still wasn't that long.

My shock turns quickly into anger 

"Seriously? So suddenly you're just over dad? Do you not care anymore?" I question her

Yes, I was being harsh, but I don't think anyone could really blame me

My mom's excitement turned to sadness 

"Honey, no, it's not like that at all" She starts to tear up "I'm not over your father, and I never will be. He was the love of my life, and gave me the best thing he ever could, you." 

My anger turns into regret, regret of what I said to my mother. I knew that my dad's death hit her hard too

"Look, mom, I'm sorry" I begin, but my mother starts to talk again 

"No, Honey, you have every right to be upset" She says, placing her hand on my knee "And like I said, it's not like that at all. My therapists just thought it would help me a little, you know, being able to connect with another man again. "

I nod at what she was saying, I still didn't understand 100% but, the basics made sense

"Actually, love, it's like a program" My mom tells me

I look at her confused

"What do you mean mom, a program?" I question

"Well, in addition to my therapy, my therapist suggesting that I attend a support group, for people who have lost a spouse"She pauses "Well, she is also seeing everyone in the support group, and gave a lot of them similar advice".