Life Ain't A Fairy Tale by Miguel Rivera

And also, I had a
crush on Fernando, someone who worked at the office I was secretary
at. Unfortunately, he never said anything to me. We talked, but we
never went beyond friendship."
    "Fuck those guys. I remember when we were
recently married. We went to Mexico to visit your family. The
entire trip you ignored me. You even went out with your sister
without me. Your brothers made fun of me for leaving me alone with
them. Who knows what you were doing?"
    "Oh. Now, I can't have fun with my very own
family. I want to spend as much time with my family as I can. My
brothers love me. They love to joke around. You have no sense of
humor for someone who considers himself a very cool man."
    "Those kinds of things happened when I was
around. The other times you went with our son back to Mexico, who
knows what you did then? I remember you used to tell the story of
my son asking where you were?"
    "Yeah. Your point is? It was hilarious, cute,
and adorable when he was five. He asked my father, "Grandpa, where
is Jimmy's mommy?" That was so funny because he is...Jimmy. He
referred to himself in the third person. We laughed at how funny it
was."
    "Yeah. It was fucking funny. I know many
coworkers whose wives cheat on them with other guys anywhere. Who
knows where you were when my son asked for you? Probably, fucking a
guy's brains out."
    "How dare you? You are a piece of shit. I was
at the dentist over there because it is cheaper than here in
America. How fucking dare you question me when you know that you
had me as a virgin."
    "Virgin? Ha. I know many coworkers that found
out their wives were cheating on them before they got married. Who
knows?"
    "What are you trying to say? Shit! You
fucking son of a bitch, you are so full of shit. I thought my
husband would appreciate me for being a virgin during our wedding
night. You are a fucking asshole!"
    "Whoa, whoa. Calm down. I was only talking
about my coworkers. Stop being such a liar. I never said that."
    "Shit! You know you fucking said it. You
treat me like shit and expect me to still love you. You think you
are the only who is allowed to get mad. You fucking son of a bitch,
you are a piece of shit. I can get fucking mad too!"
    "What is wrong with you? You are crazy.
Trying to make up lies about me. I was talking about my coworkers.
I can't talk anymore because you accuse me of things I never
said."
    "Yeah. Start acting like a stupid ass. You
know what you fucking said. Now, I am the one who is fucking mad. I
can say big fucking words too. That is why I fucking hate you, and
don't love you anymore. You are an unappreciative piece of shit.
You never fucking appreciate the shit that I do here." My mother
grabbed, threw, and broke a dish on the floor. She started bursting
into tears. Everything got quiet with only the radio on. My mother
walks off and slams the door to my parents' room.
    My father spoke to himself as he continued to
drink, "I don't understand that unappreciative bitch. That fucking
bitch is crazy. Making up shit about stuff I never said. That bitch
does not deserve me." Tears flowed from my face as I played video
games in my room.
    Seeing Sara that drunk brought back those
dark memories of my past. These memories are too painful for me.
The lack of respect and poisonous tone of their conversation made
me sick. I didn't care that my parents were not a loving couple,
but hearing those poisonous conversations every weekend bothered
me. I resented the fact that my father loved to get drunk. It was
my dream to see him stop drinking beer.
    When I was a child, my mother sensed I was
cold towards my father. "Jimmy, why aren't you so kind to your
dad?" It was a question I was asked constantly. Most of the time, I
pretended to act confused and gave no response. My mother insisted
in questioning me, but I changed the subject and never
answered.
    One day, during my teenage years, I did
respond. "I don't like when my dad gets drunk."
    "Why?"
    "He says mean things; the conversations you
have