Your mom's grated on my last nerve…going on and on how I shouldn't let Eva cry the way she is.
Well...she's been crying all damn day and I need a break, and it won't kill her to cry for just a little while…it'll help her learn how to self soothe.
But Esme just won't let it go…
It's like she can't remember that I am Eva's parent.
Alice and Rose too…always harping about stuff that's hardly even important…like the fact that I look a mess with my shirt that is stained with baby food and lord knows what else.
So sorry that I've been too busy trying to raise a baby, work, and put dinner on the table for everyone to worry about looking like Donna Fucking Reed.
I try to keep myself calm…it doesn't work.
"Will everyone just leave me the fuck alone!" I shout.
"Not a one of you are listening to me….Esme….you need to back the fuck off. I'm Evangeline's goddamn mother. NOT you. Try to remember that and stop telling me how to raise my child."
I'm so far gone that I don't even care about making her cry.
"And you Carlisle….stop idolizing your son. He was an adulterer. He wasn't perfect. Accept it and move the fuck on."
"And you two…" I growl out while looking at Alice and Rose. "There are more important things I need to worry about than not looking like some God forsaken runway model…like the fact that my child is sick, I have piles of work to catch up on, and trying to sort through all the emotional baggage that Evan's death has left me with."
Everyone is just staring at me…no one knows what to say.
"Not a Goddamn one of you has asked me about me. If I'm okay. If I need help. If I'm even really coping with all of this crap. You're all so busy fawning over Evangeline and turning Evan into some sort of martyr that you won't even admit to yourselves just how many mistakes he made, let alone how they've affected me. The only person here who has ever shown any concern for me…for what I might be needing is Edward, and until you all sort out your shit…get the fuck out of my house."
By the end of my rant I'm a sobbing mess crumpled on the floor.
Edward picks me up and carries me to my room and tucks me in bed, murmuring that he's glad that I finally let some of my anger out and that he'll take care of things downstairs for me.
I want to tell him that he doesn't need to, that I should go and apologize, but I don't have the energy and I don't really feel like I owe anyone an apology.
Exhaustion takes me over, and as I drift off to sleep, I can hear the muffled shouts of Edward's voice as he deals with the rest of his family.
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