No, I ruined Christmas #cherrypiecure

posted by susan-oh-susan / february 26 at 2:20 pm / uncategorized / 9 comments

Christmas Eve ended, I guess, in a stale mate. I didn’t text back, and he didn’t pound on the door, and I didn’t open it, and we never had a discussion. And he went downstairs and slept on the couch, and I have no idea what would have happened in the morning—I have no idea what I was planning to do, how I intended to act—if Cody and Tyler hadn’t woken up before him and found him sleeping on the couch.

I had finally fallen asleep, probably just as the boys and Nika were waking up, and I was asleep when the pounding on the door started.

“Mom? Mom? Open the door! Is this true? Is it true?” Cody.

Then, Tyler: “If it’s true, I’m going to kill the fucking bastard—Mom? It’s not true, is it?”

Cody: “Are you calling my girlfriend a liar?”

Nika: “Susan, Susan—I’m so sorry! I know I shouldn’t have said anything! Susan, will you forgive me? I’m so sorry! But Cody asked him, ‘Why are you sleeping on the couch?’ and he said, ‘Oh, your mother’s in a mood,’ and then they started this ridiculous boy-talk, about moody, unreasonable women, and I couldn’t stand it, I couldn’t stand it, I said, ‘Why don’t you tell them why she’s in a mood?’ and then it all came out!”

Cody: “Mom? Will you please open the door and talk to us?”

I can’t tell you how much I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay in my bed—our bed—our former bed?—forever.

I plodded to the door and opened it and found myself wrapped up in three sets of arms.

And I cried. Again.

I ruined Christmas.

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9 comments on No, I ruined Christmas:

sugar&spice76: Cheating rat-fuck asshat, pardon my French, ruined Christmas. Your kids totally got that, right?

susan-oh-susan: They did. I still think—it would have been better if I pushed through. Until Boxing Day.

mommyshidinginthebathroom3: Your son’s girlfriend, what’s her name, Nika? She’s a bit uppity, hey? I mean, spilling the beans and all.

susan-oh-susan: She really was provoked. She told me the whole conversation later. The things John was saying. And turning his criticisms of me into a lecture to Cody on how to handle “his” woman. I don’t blame her.

mommyshidinginthebathroom3: But I bet you your son did.

susan-oh-susan: I don’t know. They did, amazingly, completely focus on blaming their dad.

BeautifulThingsEveryday: Amazingly? You didn’t expect that?

susan-oh-susan: They loved their dad so much.

sugar&spice76: Oh, honey. The more they loved him, the angrier they would be.

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Writer. Reader. Angster. Reformed Bohemian (not). Author of the erotic romance TELL ME, the erotic tragedy (with a happy ending) CONSEQUENCES (of defensive adultery), the award-winning rom-com (she's versatile) CHERRY PIE CURE, and the just released TEXT ME, CUPID--a (slightly dirty) love story for 21st century adults who don't believe in love... but want it anyway. A sought-after speaker and presenter, Colette is also the author of the Dirty Writing Secrets Series, which includes the non-fiction collection of essays ROUGH DRAFT CONFESSIONS: not a guide to writing and selling erotica and romance but full of inside inside anyway, 101 FLIRTY WRITING PROMPTS TO SEDUCE YOUR MUSE, and ORGANIZED CREATIVE. She's also the curator of the fab YYC Queer Writers anthologies Queer Christmas in Cowtown, Screw Chocolate, and A Queer Summer Night's in Cowtown.

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