The Recovering Pessimist

Helping pessimists see the bright side of life without losing their "half empty" roots.

#XD30-Chapter 24-Cracks in the Foundation

Jun
24

Susan looks so calm holding that gun by her side. It takes a few minutes for me to calm my nerves and gather my thoughts.

“What exactly do you mean by ‘money doesn’t keep crazy away’”?

Susan laughs and walks over to the bookshelf. She carefully puts the gun back in the book and places the book back on the shelf.

“Let’s not play stupid Ashley. You know exactly what I mean. Yelena is not going to just go away. No amount of money is going to keep her away. A bullet on the other hand…”

She sneezes.

“…is permanent.”

Oh. My. Damn.

“You can’t possibly be talking about a permanent means to remove Yelena from our lives?”

Susan sits on the chaise lounge and rubs her ankle.

“What part of permanent don’t you understand?” she asks, left eyebrow raised.

“You know what? Your hormones have you on 10 and I need you to bring it down to two and a quarter. You’re pregnant. Sit your ass down somewhere, put your fucking feet up, and chill the fuck out!!”

Storming out of the room, I didn’t hear her respond. At that moment, I had enough of her. If her way of coping with the truth is the handgun edition of Show and Tell, how the hell is she going to deal with motherhood?

“Where are you going?! I know you hear me!!!!”

 Feeling an anxiety attack coming on, I grab my jacket from the hall closet, and snatch my keys from the stand next to the front door. The door closes behind me. With hands shaking and breathing erratic, I get on the elevator to the lobby. Opening the lobby door, the cool air dances across my face. Standing against the brick wall, I release the tears. Tears steady flowing, I grab my phone from my pocket and send a text.

 I don’t know how much longer I can do this.

 

 

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