“Mom, I’m glad that you’re magnanimous enough to forgive and forget so easily, but apparently you didn’t do a good enough job raising me because I don’t feel the same. I will never forgive Giselle for what she did, not even if I live to be a hundred.”
“You and your father, stubborn jackasses who always have to do things the hard way until you fall flat on your ass. Now you listen to me. My grandson deserves to be raised in a happy home with both parents.”
“There’s nothing that says I can’t find someone else.” The thought is repulsive, but she doesn’t need to know that.
“You do that, and I’ll make sure Giselle wins custody. She loves that little boy; you can see how well she’s cared for him. There is no reason to take that child away from his mother, and I’d like to know which one of those snippy twits you call friends and acquaintances you think is good enough to take her place as his mom. Are you trying to stress me?”
“You’d really do that? Help her fight me for custody?”
“Unless you get your head out of your ass and fight for your family, yes. I’ve already told you, if you don’t find out what happened, I most certainly will. I was willing to leave it alone before, even though I didn’t agree with you. It’s your life, and you’re an adult. But my grandson deserves better than a sulking jackass for a father.”
She got to her feet in high dudgeon, and I didn’t even get the chance to tell her that I was already leaning towards doing what she’d suggested before she stormed out. Damn woman knows when to act up. Every other time she’s as sweet as pie, but when she doesn’t get her way with one of her causes, there’s hell to pay, and dad and I are usually the ones bearing the brunt whether we had anything to do with it or not.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I rested my head back against the chair. If mom knew that I already had a team of people looking into Giselle’s past and was already trying to find answers because I too find it strange that she’d never touched the money and had, in fact, not taken anything of value that I’d given her, she’d have an officiant at my door, and my ass would be married.CalenWe avoided each other, Giselle and I, once mom left later that evening. I’d planned to ignore her very existence while she was here; after all, my only interest is my son. But once I realized how uncomfortable she was in my presence, the sadist in me couldn’t resist. I took my time enjoying my dinner while she squirmed in her seat, hardly taking a bite of hers.
I don’t know why her unease gave me such pleasure, but it did. All guilty people should be made to feel like that. Maybe if she feels uncomfortable enough, she’d get the hell out of my damn house: without my son, of course. I can’t come right out and tell her to leave because mom would probably throw a fit if she finds out, which she most certainly will because I wouldn’t put it past this manipulative bitch to tell her, so this was the next best thing.
With my new purpose in mind, I dogged her every step. There was nowhere for her to escape in my home, except the bedroom she would be sleeping in. And since my son was on my side and refused to go down at his usual bedtime after dinner, she had no choice but to suffer me being in her vicinity.
I sat on the toilet seat when she gave him his first bath in his nursery tub and got caught up myself in his joy of splashing and giggling like a lunatic, and since I was his newest gopher, he kept showing me all the new toys he had in the tub with him. Yes, I enjoyed the look of hurt on his mother’s face when he’d involve me and not her. Serves her ass right for what she did.
She had him for over a year, not to mention the months she carried him inside her, time that I lost out on. Fuck if I’m going to feel sorry for her. So why did you get that pain in your heart when you saw the sadness on her face? You can get the fuck out conscience.
That’s just remembered behavior. She was once the most important thing in my life, and because of the way she left, my psyche hasn’t had a chance to get over those things. Give it some time, and I wouldn’t even blink if her ass gets run over by a train. In fact, I just might be the one to tie her ass to the tracks.