In a bit of a daze, I opened Uncle Rick's sliding back door and entered the house. Rick was watching a soap opera in the family room. I don't think he likes soap operas all that much, but it was something he and Aunt Beth did a lot before she died (she loved them), so I think he still watches them for sentimental reasons.
Rick looked up from the TV.
"Hey Annie Banannie!" He greeted me enthusiastically. I smiled at his use of my pet name. He's been calling me that for as long as I can remember, and I hope he never stops.
Rick frowned when he noticed my still tear-stained face.
"What's wrong? Did Jesse say something?" He asked solemnly.
"Yes," I said. Rick started to open his mouth to say something, but I continued. "But it wasn't bad, Rick - he apologized to me. I got upset and he actually comforted me like a…like a brother would," I started to tear up again just talking about it.
"Really?" Rick gave me a hug. "That's wonderful that he came over to finally apologize to you."
"Well, that was just part of the conversation," I explained. "You know how I wasn't on the callback list?"
Rick nodded.
"It's because Jesse and Tyler want me to be the stage manager - and to help Jesse direct the vocals and choreo," I said.
"Wow, Annie - that's so exciting!" Rick squeezed my shoulder.
"I know," I smiled slightly. "Jesse had started the conversation off by complimenting me and when I acted surprised he asked me why it surprised me so much. Well I got angry because, as you know, he's never complimented me - he's always criticized me as a performer, always degraded my abilities. So for him to ask me why I was wary of his compliments just set me off and that's when he apologized."
"Hopefully, through the musical, you two will grow even closer," Rick said. "Of the four of you, I always thought you and Jesse were the most alike - which can either make for a close bond or…what ended up happening between you two," Rick continued. "Jesse and his ego managed to push you away - and push away Eddie and Maggie. Your parents' favoritism of him certainly didn't help," Rick shook his head.
"We've got a long way to go," I agreed. "I also have some stuff that I need to work through myself - which is why I'm going to see a therapist."
"Oh?" Rick inquired.
"Yes. My first appointment is tomorrow," I replied. I was relieved that I was finally taking this step, but I was also terrified. I knew I was going to have to open some old wounds, but in doing so - maybe they could finally heal.