Sharon walked into the kitchen and smiled at her daughter who was sat at the island, her glasses on the end of her nose and her mac book open, she was making notes at whatever she was looking at. Sharon walked around her daughter, gently putting her hand onto her daughters shoulder, watching her tense before relaxing when she released it was her mother. Sharon still hated that Ella had given this nervousness to her daughter.
"What are you doing honey?" Sharon asked, looking at the screen and seeing apartments.
"I'm…erm…" Stef stopped. She was still so jumpy, her body tensed.
"Honey, I'm not going to hurt you," Sharon reassured her daughter.
"I'm just looking at apartments, close by, not too expensive. I've got enough money from the last couple of pieces for me to get a mortgage." Stef's voice was barely a whisper like she was ashamed that she was looking to move on.
"you don't need to get a mortgage," Sharon said seriously
"What? Mom, I do, I can't afford a place without it." Stef said looking up at her mother who stood at the end of the island nursing a cup of tea.
"When you were 21 the trust your father put away for you matured. I couldn't give it to you because, well. You know," Sharon said, slowly, looking at her daughter,
"What?"
"When your father passed away he left most of his money to you, so we put it in a trust. It built up. it was a high rate savings account but you were not allow to touch it till you 21. I left the money in there. I knew one day you would come back to me. and you would need it." Sharon admitted.
"How much we talking Mom?" Stef asked, looking at her mother.
"The last statement had $750,000 in it."
Stef looked at her mother in complete shock.
"What? Dad left me that much,"
"He was good with his money baby, don't worry. So how much is the apartment you want?" Sharon asked, trying to move the conversation along. She wanted the best for her. she knew her daughter had been through hell, she'd even witnessed it herself. it broke her heart.
"The one I'm thinking about looking at $350,000 but it needs work."
"How big is it?"
"One bedroom apartment," Stef said.
"Let's see what else there is," Sharon said, sitting next to her daughter and rubbing her back gently. Stef simply smiled and handed the mac to her Mom.
Lena:
Hey Stef, how are you today
Stef:
Hey Lena, I'm good been looking at apartments,
Lena:
Are you thinking of moving out of your Mom's place?
Stef:
I can't stay here forever, I love her but she's driving me insane. Plus I think I need my own space.
Lena:
That's understandable. My mother drives me crazy.
Stef:
I think it's what Mom's do. but in my heart, I'm so grateful to her. if she hadn't opened her door that night and let me there is a chance I would have gone back to El.
Lena:
I'm grateful you didn't.
Stef:
I am too, I had to leave. I think she would have killed me.
Lena:
I think you might be right. After writing the report on her.
Stef:
What are you doing this evening?
Lena:
My friends have invited me out. I think we are going to the Laurel.
Stef:
The Laurel?
Lena:
It's a lesbian bar in Mission Bay. I've been going for years. I used to go with my ex-girlfriend. My friends enjoy going there because it's buy one get one free cocktails.
Stef:
Agh, I've never really been out, I think it's too much for me at the moment. I tense up when my Mom get too close to me today.
Lena:
Why?
Stef:
She came up behind me put her hand on my shoulder, something El used to do.
Lena:
You were never safe with her.
Stef:
Never. From the moment I moved in it was mistake. I thought that was love but it wasn't I was living with a bully.
Lena:
I am sorry
Stef:
Life is now improving. I've got to look forward.
Lena:
Your past will not define you but it will shape you
Stef:
I think you are right. I've got to get back to work. See you soon.
Lena:
See you soon.
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I'm looking for apartments it will be the first one I ever have alone. Mom dropped on me that I've got a bound that my father left me. which will help. Living with your Mom at twenty-five is odd. I'm trying my best to become me again. I just wish I would stop jumping out of my skin every time someone touches me or comes into my personal space. I've never been alone before.
Being in a relationship with El was hard work. She made me feel so small. She had a hold over me which I cannot explain.
I've got someone in my life now, who has offered me friendship and she's caring she texts, emails and calls me daily. she cares about what I'm thinking and feeling even when I cannot express it. She's calm and patient with me.
I am just scared of losing her friendship. I'm scared of not being enough. I'm learning to live again and it's taking time.
I'm grateful my Mom is with me. I am. Even when she bugs the crap out of me. But I know I'm going to have to move from here. it's just time.
It's a slow game.
But I don't miss El. I thought I would but I don't. my body is healing and I fell human again.
Slow and steady.
Slow and steady.