** I apologize in advance to anyone this doesn't pertain to. You must understand that for every one of these, there's about 5 that you're not seeing. It began with a psychotic lunatic on here getting mad because I corrected her on something. I told her she shouldn't use words she didn't even know the meaning of to make herself look better. From there, she sent me this really long lunatic rant accusing me of a helluva lot of insane crap. I corrected her on something again and she flipped out again. I told her to go f off. She was too looney to even waste time on. Unfortunately, she spends, from what I can tell, every waking hour on this site. She's collected what she calls "friends" even though she never has nor never will meet these people. And they come to my stories to harass me too. I normally just laugh at the fact that a psychotic lunatic has minions because they remind me of the flying monkeys in The Wizard of Oz. They make themselves known because some of her accusations were me being a rich, snobby, overeducated B. They usually try attacking in the same way and it's hilarious.
*laughing* Ahem,
jd4941,
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Story: Broken Roads
Chapter: 1. Chapter 1: Home Again
From: Reader (Guest)
Reader:You need to work on your grammar. You have too many run and sentences and use commas when you don't have too. (I think it means run on sentences like the one telling me that I use too many of. I will admit it's a prob that I'm working on. The commas though, are about her bad grammatical understandings.)*lmao*Very distracting.~~ Not a complete sentence but okay. That's not distracting. Please get a beta and write children the way they are supposed to be written. (:O Didn't know they were suppose to be written a certain way. And I did already explain Callie was based on my experiences in motherhood.)You make Callie sound like an adult. For someone who has a daughter, you surely don't know how one is portrayed. ~~ I'm not the only one who can see that right?! Try watching shows with young children if you don't have any in your family. (Wasn't aware that it's acknowledgement of me having a daughter meant that I had no young children.)That should help.
HOLY SHIATAME! The sad part is, I think he/she/it was actually serious and sincere. I might get an A- in grammar but it's still an A. This is firmly a D for the insanity and stupidity involved not to mention the English errors.
*Still ROFL!*
** A/N: For those of you who don't follow Teri Polo on twitter, she uses coco as moniker. I figured I'd pay homage to her by using it as a way of introducing parts that specifically deal with Stef. For Lena it's the usual xoxo **
** In response to someone asking about Callie acting older than 3, in my opinion she is not. High intelligence runs in my family. We don't do baby talk. My daughter was talking at 8 months and this is my experience with children. I'm always shocked at how far behind I think kids are who people say are normal.
** I do not own the Fosters nor any of their characters.
** Thanks to Lacorra for being my Beta
The plane hitting the tarmac jolted Lena out of her reverie. She had been thinking about what had led her to this place now. She had been away from home for far too long and was actually excited to be back. She took in what she could out of the tiny window. It was a beautiful afternoon in May out. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was 3:45. Her parents were meeting them at the airport and hopefully they'd be on time.
"Are we there yet, Mama?" Lena looked over at her baby girl into the wide brown eyes that were a reflection of her own.
"Yes, baby. We're here." Lena smiled as she tucked a stray curl behind Callie's ear.
"Good. This ride lasted forever!" Callie declared with an exaggerated sigh.
Lena had been aware that the plane ride would be hard on her little girl. Even though, at only the age of 3, Callie had more frequent flyer miles and was more of a seasoned traveler than most adults after a lifetime, this time was different. They were taking almost a ten thousand mile trip from Étretat, a picturesque village in Upper Normandy, France where they had been living recently back to San Diego, CA. Lena had even splurged for first class to make it easier on the both of them but still her little girl was showing signs of cabin fever after being cooped up for so long.
They departed and made their way to the lounge. Callie saw her Gram and Gramps up ahead and pulled from Lena's hand to run to them.
"Gram, Gramps, it's been so long since I've seen you!" Callie cried as she was swooped up into her Gram's arms.
"We just saw you 4 months ago Callie Q," Dana said with a huge smile. She had her baby and her grandbaby back home to stay so she was extremely happy.
"Daddy! Mom!" Lena greeted her parents genuinely happy to see them.
After hugs and kisses were exchanged all around and baggage had been collected, they drove to a restaurant and had a quick catching up dinner where Callie kept her grandparents regaled with tales of the plane trip. They then drove to her parent's estate where Lena and Callie would stay until Lena could get them settled into their own place.
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Lena followed her parents upstairs in the old familiar house that had housed her family for at least 5 generations now. She was staying back in her old childhood bedroom. She was able to put Callie down in the bed without even a slight stir. She had fallen asleep on the drive home from dinner. Her baby was so worn out and Lena didn't want to bother her so she used the light from the en suite bathroom to locate their pajamas. She then carefully undressed and redressed Callie and then herself before crawling into bed alongside her baby. She promptly fell asleep.
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Stefanie Foster winced at both the rush of cold air as her mother lifted her sleeping son off of her and the twinges shooting off in her body from lying in an uncomfortable position for so long. She glanced over at the clock and saw that it was only 9 pm on a Friday night! When did she get to be one of those people? She had had dinner with Brandon and her Mom after work and then given Brandon a bath and curled up on the sofa with him as a movie played. He had made it about 10 minutes into the movie and she had fallen asleep shortly after he had.
Stef had suffered from insomnia for years. It began in high school. Her parents had divorced then she had lost her best friend Tess Brown. After that she never slept a whole night through. Just in weird sporadic shifts which left her constantly fatigued.
She stretched and went into the kitchen for a cup of tea. She took her usual load of sleep aids and waited for them to begin to kick in as the water boiled. She stood over the kettle so that the whistle once the water had boiled didn't wake up Brandon.
"A watched pot never boils Stefanie." Sharon said as she passed by on her way back to the living room.
"Yes Mom, I know." As she reached for a second mug and added a tea bag.
She grabbed the kettle just as it began to erupt and poured the water over the tea bags. She added milk and honey to both cups and walked into the living room. She and her mom sat down on the sofa that lined a huge picture window that overlooked the beach. Watching the water at dawn, dusk, and nighttime were, for her, magical times.
Stefanie never in her life thought that she would ever move back home once leaving. And would have laughed at anyone who even thought about suggesting she'd ever live with her mother in her adult years. Although she loved her mother deeply, they had never been on the best of terms. They were actually too much alike and tended to bump heads frequently. She was much more of a Daddy's girl tomboy. But, being back with her mother had been a new and actually quite surprisingly pleasant experience.
Her parents had divorced in her senior year and she spent the rest of the time split between two houses. Her mother had embraced her newfound single life with both hands. Stef had actually never seen her more relaxed and fun to be around which just made Stef feel even worse because her Dad was so lost and lonely afterward. Her parents stayed on friendly-ish terms but her mother was embracing a different sort of lifestyle. She was into what her dad called New Age devil's crap like doing yoga, going to therapy, no longer going to church, reading books about depression and co-dependency that she was always trying to push onto Stef, and of course, the biggest sin of all, no longer being with him.
Stef had left Mike, her husband of less than 4 years, due to irreconcilable differences. At first, she had thought it would only be temporary for Mike to get his act together, but the more time passed, the more she had become comfortable with no longer being with him. This also scared her a little because she had no plans on divorcing Mike. She did love him. But, being with him again was honestly something she rarely thought about and truth be told, really wasn't looking forward to either.
Mike still insisted on calling frequently and she would try to hand the phone off to Brandon quickly but Mike loved trying to rile her up and rope her into arguments or long talks. Even so, his nighttime calls were the worst. Then she knew he would be completely inebriated and wanted to talk about nothing but the two of them. She had taken to ignoring those phone calls but would then feel bad the next day when she had 20 missed calls and slurred speech messages that she had to delete. He was supposed to be her husband after all.
"So, I picked up the applications for the school. And your appointment is for June 6th at 3 pm. You have to show up. That school is very hard to get into. " Sharon said dragging Stef back to the present as she passed them over to Stef. Stef had had to enter Brandon into the lottery for the past 4 years and this year they had finally gotten lucky.
Brandon stayed with Sharon during the morning then went to daycare half of the day. It allowed him to interact with other kids and gave his grandmother free time to pursue her own activities. It was another convenience that Stef had been grateful for living with her mother. Instead of picking him up from her Mom's place and bringing him home, she came home and he was already here when she arrived.
"I'll put it into my calendar and make sure that Mike knows." Stef said as she flipped through the paperwork.
"Make sure you don't forget." Her Mom said as she picked up the mugs and headed to the kitchen.
"Goodnight, love." she said dropping a kiss on top of Stef's head.
"Good night Mom," Stef said as she made her way to the bedroom she shared with Brandon. He had a little toddler bed in the corner of the room. But, eventually, he always made his way to his Mom's bed before the morning was over. She noted as she laid down, that the he was becoming too big for the little bed. She sighed. She had no idea what to do about their situation.
Just as she was turning off her phone, it began to ring. Stef knew without looking it could only be one person. She pushed ignore and quickly went through with turning it off. She felt that old familiar twinge of guilt and tightness in her chest as she turned off the light and fell into a fitful sleep.
