Part Two
Married Life
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Bringing Gracie Home
Julie: Who would've thought that I would be the next in line for Gracie. Well, everybody as the only other option (Shelley) has been branded as irresponsible and now has her own daughter. Ellie.
And so days pass quickly, I'm tearing at my husband... clinging on to him for dear life. Emotions blurred with physical attraction.Needs became one. Her parents were gone.
Buddy was clinging to Tim at the funeral, he had a career in football, and saying things like "My Lyla should've chosen you instead of Street," and, "You're doing me proud." After Tim dropped some not-so-subtle hints about how he had to console his wife, Buddy went on and talked to one of dad's friends and hit him up for a job.
The sad thing was, dad's friend accepted.
Tim held Gracie, the director spoke out kind words. It was a crowded area, but they had good seating. Not that seating was an issue now.
When it was my turn to speak, she couldn't do it.
My parents couldn't be dead.
Tim: Would I be indifferent if my parents died? Good question, Jules. I'd normally answar yes, because truthfuly I consider them dead already, but that's not the answar you need right now. "Of course not," I answar, sitting in her room, on her bed. I wrap an arm around her and say, "It's gunna be ok?"
"What is?" she asks in a harsh tone.
"Everything," is the best answar I can think up.
"I'm scared." she says, softly, "I can't fill in as Gracie's mother."
"No you can't." I agree, but I know she's just as ballsy as her mother.
She looks up at me, "I love you."
And, seemingly unwillingly, she pulls me into intercourse. It's great, but she seems desperate and I can't help but think we're losing each other.
Thanks alot Mrs and Mr Coach.
Julie: Julie Taylor, Legal Gaurdian. I know I can never be a replacement mother, but it does have a nice ring to it, doesn't it?
I'm an OK mom to Stalin, aren't I?
But Stalin's a dog, and Gracie's not. Maybe there's different needs there.
Gracie's sort of oblivious to everything, and as we move through customs on the airport she merely laughs and says, "Are we going to Mexico?" and she pronounces Mexico like "Meh-hee-ho" like a real mexican would.
I am a legal gaurdian to a mexican whom I share the same DNA to.
The plane seats are cushy, and Tim's sprung for first class. Gracie and him watch a movie on his laptop, but then it turns into them taking photos of themselves and editing them on photoshop. They show me the highlights.
I sit there, sort of humming weird showtunes to myself, as weird as that is. But then the showtunes turn to "Have I told you lately that I love you?" and that's what my mom used to sing to wake me up and school days.
Ugh.
