Lisa Djahed - Bee Stanis 01- The Foolish Stepmom by Lisa Djahed Page B
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shoulder.
What? A woman touching my Ben? I don’t think so. If it is one thing I’ve drilled into Ben is that women, other women, like big strong men and he’s one and he needs to watch it cause women left and right will throw themselves at you and bam before you know it you are the object of their flirtation. If it was one thing Ben and I had was iron clad boundaries around the opposite sex. For him, it was a cultural thing, thank god, for me, it was the raging jealously that lives inside my ample bosom. I just would not stand a single stray from Ben towards another woman. Being on a pool team and hanging around bars a lot does that to you. “Things” can get over friendly, overly quickly. And women can misinterpret even the smallest act of kindness from a man. And so yes, in some ways, it was my duty to wave the flag from time to time and say HEY, step back, getting a little too close. And this flagrant disregard of personal space, Bev was lucky I didn’t deck her. I mean, when you see a couple, a married couple and you are sobbing, don’t you think you should seek solace from the woman, not latch onto the man like the hussy you are. Ben immediately saw my look of death and backed up, but she kept leaning into him like some bad magnet. Clearly I’d have to take things into my own hands. Literally.
“ Uhm, Bev,” I said grabbing her arm hard, probably harder than I needed to, “why don’t we go inside and get you some tissues and you can tell us what is going on.” All the while giving Ben my look of death, as in clear out buddy, I’m handling this one, you, you got the cop, I’ll take the hysterical hussy.
I guided Bev into the house and out to the back porch just as
Yaz yelled out, “I finished my book report, I need you to read it.”
“Sorry honey, I’ll just be a minute and be right there.” I motioned to Ben to go see about his daughter while I took on Bev duty. “Bev, tell me from the beginning, what’s going on?”
“Well, Ray and I have been in a bit of a fight lately, but I know what you are thinking, maybe he cleared out and is staying away from me, but that’s not it, I haven’t seen or heard from him since Sunday afternoon and he hasn’t shown up at work and his phone goes right to voice mail and his car was still at his apartment and the door to the apartment was open- that’s why I borrowed it, the car, see.”
“Bev, tell me what’s been going on lately, has he seemed upset, what was your fight about?”
“Well, we went on this cruise and he was flirting with all these women and I got upset and didn’t talk to him for almost half the cruise, it was the most awful trip and then we came back and I found out Drew was dead and Jesse in jail and I’ve been a bit of a wreck myself the truth was I was even reconsidering getting back with Drew before I found it he was dead, cause I was so sick of all the bullshit with Ray, but now I just want to know where he is and if he’s ok.” She said all of that without taking a single breath I swear.
“And that’s why I’m here, I don’t want to be alone and I was at my house and Pam wasn’t there and hasn’t been there and I didn’t, I just couldn’t stand it being there not knowing where he was and so I thought I’d come over cause that’s what I’d do when Drew was around, whenever Ray wasn’t around or we were in a fight I’d go see Drew but
now Drew’s dead and I don’t know who to talk to.” She just got more and more pathetic the more she talked.
“And so I thought, maybe, you guys could help, you’ve been so helpful to poor Jess and I feel so bad about not being the kind of mother he needs and you are such a good mother to these girls, what should I
do?”
It was too much to take in all at once . I needed to parse this all out. Ray was missing. Since Sunday (when we broke into his apartment by the by), Pam wasn’t around, Bev was hysterical. Lordy-loo.
But I wasn’t having her stay here any longer than
What? A woman touching my Ben? I don’t think so. If it is one thing I’ve drilled into Ben is that women, other women, like big strong men and he’s one and he needs to watch it cause women left and right will throw themselves at you and bam before you know it you are the object of their flirtation. If it was one thing Ben and I had was iron clad boundaries around the opposite sex. For him, it was a cultural thing, thank god, for me, it was the raging jealously that lives inside my ample bosom. I just would not stand a single stray from Ben towards another woman. Being on a pool team and hanging around bars a lot does that to you. “Things” can get over friendly, overly quickly. And women can misinterpret even the smallest act of kindness from a man. And so yes, in some ways, it was my duty to wave the flag from time to time and say HEY, step back, getting a little too close. And this flagrant disregard of personal space, Bev was lucky I didn’t deck her. I mean, when you see a couple, a married couple and you are sobbing, don’t you think you should seek solace from the woman, not latch onto the man like the hussy you are. Ben immediately saw my look of death and backed up, but she kept leaning into him like some bad magnet. Clearly I’d have to take things into my own hands. Literally.
“ Uhm, Bev,” I said grabbing her arm hard, probably harder than I needed to, “why don’t we go inside and get you some tissues and you can tell us what is going on.” All the while giving Ben my look of death, as in clear out buddy, I’m handling this one, you, you got the cop, I’ll take the hysterical hussy.
I guided Bev into the house and out to the back porch just as
Yaz yelled out, “I finished my book report, I need you to read it.”
“Sorry honey, I’ll just be a minute and be right there.” I motioned to Ben to go see about his daughter while I took on Bev duty. “Bev, tell me from the beginning, what’s going on?”
“Well, Ray and I have been in a bit of a fight lately, but I know what you are thinking, maybe he cleared out and is staying away from me, but that’s not it, I haven’t seen or heard from him since Sunday afternoon and he hasn’t shown up at work and his phone goes right to voice mail and his car was still at his apartment and the door to the apartment was open- that’s why I borrowed it, the car, see.”
“Bev, tell me what’s been going on lately, has he seemed upset, what was your fight about?”
“Well, we went on this cruise and he was flirting with all these women and I got upset and didn’t talk to him for almost half the cruise, it was the most awful trip and then we came back and I found out Drew was dead and Jesse in jail and I’ve been a bit of a wreck myself the truth was I was even reconsidering getting back with Drew before I found it he was dead, cause I was so sick of all the bullshit with Ray, but now I just want to know where he is and if he’s ok.” She said all of that without taking a single breath I swear.
“And that’s why I’m here, I don’t want to be alone and I was at my house and Pam wasn’t there and hasn’t been there and I didn’t, I just couldn’t stand it being there not knowing where he was and so I thought I’d come over cause that’s what I’d do when Drew was around, whenever Ray wasn’t around or we were in a fight I’d go see Drew but
now Drew’s dead and I don’t know who to talk to.” She just got more and more pathetic the more she talked.
“And so I thought, maybe, you guys could help, you’ve been so helpful to poor Jess and I feel so bad about not being the kind of mother he needs and you are such a good mother to these girls, what should I
do?”
It was too much to take in all at once . I needed to parse this all out. Ray was missing. Since Sunday (when we broke into his apartment by the by), Pam wasn’t around, Bev was hysterical. Lordy-loo.
But I wasn’t having her stay here any longer than
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