Author's note: Warning one part in this story deals in attempted suicide. If you are easily upset by this or frightened by it, please note that this is a work of fiction and not real person was harned in these stories. Now onto the story itself.
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It's been over two years since I decided to cut all contact with my whore of a mom and the bastard who was my former best friend.
Since then, I've been living in the dorms at the college I applied to and made it through my sophomore year, with good grades to boot. For some reason, this college allows each student to have their own room. Doesn't really matter to me either way in fact.
Though being alone, allows me to reflect on past experiences. My past experiences that now looking back at it, disgusts me. I mean, why I was so...fixated on wanting to date and fuck my own mother. I really don't understand why.
Still though, there are days where I miss my mom's voice and her tight embrace. I wonder if she misses me or even cares about how I'm doing.
She probably doesn't though. But then why did I receive a letter addressed to me from her? Curiously, I opened the envelope and read it's contents.
"You've been invited to witness the union of Jessica and George. Come see us exchange vows of love on Sunday May 14th."
Isn't that...Mother's day? Why would they get married on Mother's day?
A wedding? It's only been two years and they're tying the knot now? Is this supposed to be some sort of challenge? Some sort of test? Telling me to try again once more and succeed? That this time will be different?
Why am I even making this a big deal? I moved on from what I was. Which was a whiney little boy who was obsessed with his mom.
I sighed in frustration.
"Fine I'll go," I convinced myself, "if not to see mom and George's wedding, then to meet my new half-sister."
After all...maybe since I've been gone, mom's been missing me.
God I hope I'm right. I really do.
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A taxi dropped me off in front of my old house a few weeks later. It was still a few days before the wedding, so I decided to drop by and visit. I saw mom's car parked in the driveway. Remembering that even if her car was there, I never knew if HE was home with her. I took a deep breath and continued walking towards the front porch. I reached out to ring the doorbell and paused.
Should I really be doing this? I mean I decided to cut all contact with both of them. But yet...they still sent me a invitation. Shows that despite that, she still cared for me.
I pressed the doorbell and waited.
"C-Coming!" came a female voice I recognized, "Just a sec please!"
I then heard the sound of someone walking towards the entryway. My heart was racing in my chest.
The door opens and there stood mom. Slightly disheveled and tired.
"Sorry about that," she explained, "was in the middle of bak-..."
Her voice trails off as her eyes met my face.
"Andy?" she said with confusion in her voice.
"Hey mom," I said.
"This is...unexpected," mom said, "what are you doing here?"
"Is there a problem with me being here?" I asked.
"No," mom said rubbing the back of her head, "just confused is all."
She then smiles at me and steps aside. Ushering me into the entryway.
"Anyway please come in!" she said, "We can talk in the living room."
I stepped inside and she closes the door behind me.
"I just placed Emily down for a nap," she explained as we walked into the living room, "she's quite a handful. Just like her big brother when he was her age."
I rolled my eyes.
"Oh come on mom," I said, "I wasn't THAT bad was I?"
She sighs and shrugs her shoulders.
"You were quite the mischief maker," mom said, "but you'd always settle down when your father came home."
Mom lowers her head when she mentioned him.
"You haven't been around to see his grave haven't you?" I said.
She hesitates before shamefully shaking her head.
"T-There was never enough time and with Emily teething," she said, "I could never go."
I sighed. She meant that George kept her from going.
"Where is George by the by?" I asked.
"He's working," mom said, "should be home in a few hours."
"Him working?" I scoffed.
"He had this job since last year" mom explained, "just got promoted to cashier about a week ago."
"I'm surprised George can handle money," I joked, "he was always so eager to spend it as soon as he had some."
"Well things change," mom stated, "he has a kid now and half of it goes to buy baby supplies and food for the house. I allow him to keep the remainder if there is anything left."
She then scoots closer to me.
"So why did you decide to come here?" she asked again.
I sighed amd reached into my pocket. Pulling out the wedding invitation and handing it to her.
"What's this?" she asked taking it from me.
"Received that in the mail a few weeks ago," I explained.
"Well this is awkward," mom said, "because I don't remember sending you one."
"So I was right," I told myself, "she hasn't thought about me at all."
"Must have been a mix-up or something," I said, "I mean why would you send me one anyways?"
"Oh sweetie it's not like I didn't want to," mom explained, "it's just that I didn't want to keep you from your studies."
"Uh-huh sure," I thought sarcastically.
"So how are your studies going anyway?" mom asked.
"It's going alright," I said, "getting mostly B's and A's on every subject."
"Well that's good," mom said, "glad you're doing well."
"Yep," I said.
There was a silence between us for a bit. Just then the front door opened. Startling the both of us.
"Honey I'm home!" came a voice I recognized and hated these last two years.
"Well you're home early," mom said getting up to greet him in the hallway.
"Well the manager allowed me to come home early due to how slow it was," George explained.
"Well then I really should thank them shouldn't I?" mom said as she turns into the hallway.
There was the sound of lips smacking together briefly.
"Well you can make it up to me later if you like," George said afterwards.
"Easy big guy," mom cooed, "we have company right now."
"Well who could that be?" George teased.
"You'll see," mom teased right back.
