ass a lesson.
Renée was her usual annoying self; she had a houseful of guests
which is why she needed her little puppy to trot out to impress the masses.
“Oh Carissa you’re here.” She hugged me with her air kisses
bullshit. Fake bitch.
“I’m
checking my account as soon as I get upstairs, the money had better be there,
or I’ll walk.” I whispered that in her ear with a smile of my own as she hugged
me. That put a damper on her megawatt smile.
She introduced me to her jet
setter buddies, her husband was cordial as usual, and I was already missing a
certain someone.
I checked my phone because I couldn’t help myself any longer. Hmm,
no missed calls from Joshua, five from Vanessa though. I smiled and put the
phone away again, I’ll call her later, if he was using her to get to me, let
him sweat a little, it’ll do him good, bring him down a notch or two.
As promised I checked my account online and saw that Paula had
deposited the two grand into my account. Good, Christmas is almost here that
will come in handy. Every time she wanted to trick me out the price was going
to go up. All actresses deserved to be paid for their work after all.
I spent the next few days
including Thanksgiving playing the dutiful daughter and bemoaning the fact that
I didn’t ask for more money. This chick was off her nut.
There were times I thought I would just lose it and rip her a new
one, especially when she tried to play the devoted mother, she was so bad at it
she always overdid things.
There
was lots of eye rolling and bitch please grumbles that’s for sure.
By Sunday I was ready to pull
my hair out. Thank God her guests had left the night before and I could breathe
again.
It was almost time to leave for the airport anyway.
“Why are you such an ungrateful bitch?”
“Excuse me, don’t you know how to knock, and what the hell are you
talking about anyway?”
“I’m talking about you moping around here like a lost fucking
puppy, you made me look bad in front of my friends.”
“Friends huh, did you know that at least two of your friends are
screwing your husband?”
“That’s just not true how dare you?”
“Listen Paula, this little farce is almost over so you can kill
the act already. Don already knows I can’t stand your ass and he’s the only one
here so kindly get the fuck out of my room.”
“How dare you speak to me in such a fashion?”
“I
dare because you’re a selfish bitch who only remembers she has a daughter when
she wants to use her for her own fucked up purposes. I fucking hate you.”I was
screaming and close to tears by the time I was done.
Okay, I’ve had it out with
the monster mom before but I never really told her I hated her.
I knew this anger and frustration was coming from another place. I’ve
long been over Paula and her bullshit.
The reason I was so out of sorts was because I hadn’t heard from
Joshua in five whole fucking days and when I tried to return Vanessa’s calls,
all ten times, they had gone straight to voicemail, so no I was in no mood to
deal with Paula’s bullshit.
We
pretty much left things as they were since Don came back from his golf game or
whatever and she needed to save face.
On the flight home I was on
pins and needles, I didn’t breathe easily until I saw Michael waiting for me, I
remembered that he’d said something about Margaret inviting him to Thanksgiving
dinner, maybe he had information.
I’d resisted calling him because I didn’t want him to know I’d
lied.
I have
no idea if crazy boy had said anything to him.
In the car he didn’t say
anything and I didn’t quite know how to broach the subject. Finally I could
take it no longer so I took the plunge.
“So how was your Thanksgiving?”
“Oh it was okay I guess, except......”
“Except what?” My heart started beating really fast waiting for
him to say something about Joshua that would help me understand why I haven’t
heard from him or why Vanessa seemed
Renée was her usual annoying self; she had a houseful of guests
which is why she needed her little puppy to trot out to impress the masses.
“Oh Carissa you’re here.” She hugged me with her air kisses
bullshit. Fake bitch.
“I’m
checking my account as soon as I get upstairs, the money had better be there,
or I’ll walk.” I whispered that in her ear with a smile of my own as she hugged
me. That put a damper on her megawatt smile.
She introduced me to her jet
setter buddies, her husband was cordial as usual, and I was already missing a
certain someone.
I checked my phone because I couldn’t help myself any longer. Hmm,
no missed calls from Joshua, five from Vanessa though. I smiled and put the
phone away again, I’ll call her later, if he was using her to get to me, let
him sweat a little, it’ll do him good, bring him down a notch or two.
As promised I checked my account online and saw that Paula had
deposited the two grand into my account. Good, Christmas is almost here that
will come in handy. Every time she wanted to trick me out the price was going
to go up. All actresses deserved to be paid for their work after all.
I spent the next few days
including Thanksgiving playing the dutiful daughter and bemoaning the fact that
I didn’t ask for more money. This chick was off her nut.
There were times I thought I would just lose it and rip her a new
one, especially when she tried to play the devoted mother, she was so bad at it
she always overdid things.
There
was lots of eye rolling and bitch please grumbles that’s for sure.
By Sunday I was ready to pull
my hair out. Thank God her guests had left the night before and I could breathe
again.
It was almost time to leave for the airport anyway.
“Why are you such an ungrateful bitch?”
“Excuse me, don’t you know how to knock, and what the hell are you
talking about anyway?”
“I’m talking about you moping around here like a lost fucking
puppy, you made me look bad in front of my friends.”
“Friends huh, did you know that at least two of your friends are
screwing your husband?”
“That’s just not true how dare you?”
“Listen Paula, this little farce is almost over so you can kill
the act already. Don already knows I can’t stand your ass and he’s the only one
here so kindly get the fuck out of my room.”
“How dare you speak to me in such a fashion?”
“I
dare because you’re a selfish bitch who only remembers she has a daughter when
she wants to use her for her own fucked up purposes. I fucking hate you.”I was
screaming and close to tears by the time I was done.
Okay, I’ve had it out with
the monster mom before but I never really told her I hated her.
I knew this anger and frustration was coming from another place. I’ve
long been over Paula and her bullshit.
The reason I was so out of sorts was because I hadn’t heard from
Joshua in five whole fucking days and when I tried to return Vanessa’s calls,
all ten times, they had gone straight to voicemail, so no I was in no mood to
deal with Paula’s bullshit.
We
pretty much left things as they were since Don came back from his golf game or
whatever and she needed to save face.
On the flight home I was on
pins and needles, I didn’t breathe easily until I saw Michael waiting for me, I
remembered that he’d said something about Margaret inviting him to Thanksgiving
dinner, maybe he had information.
I’d resisted calling him because I didn’t want him to know I’d
lied.
I have
no idea if crazy boy had said anything to him.
In the car he didn’t say
anything and I didn’t quite know how to broach the subject. Finally I could
take it no longer so I took the plunge.
“So how was your Thanksgiving?”
“Oh it was okay I guess, except......”
“Except what?” My heart started beating really fast waiting for
him to say something about Joshua that would help me understand why I haven’t
heard from him or why Vanessa seemed
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