This is turning into the busiest week of my life. I have so much to do
before Christmas break starts on Friday and have absolutely no time. All
of my teachers are cramming tests and quizzes and projects into about two
and a half days. Ahh, life is hectic! I was somewhat disappointed with ER
last week and now we don't get a new one until January. I like the reruns
their playing though, so it shouldn't be too bad. I love "Beyond Repair" I
think it's one of my favorite episodes ever. I will always remember the
first time I saw it I started screaming at the tv. It's sort of like when
Abby got beaten by Brian and I started screaming and my mom came running in
and said, is someone hurt? And I Said "Abby is!" and I got in
trouble...ah, memories. Hehe. Enjoy this chapter, it's leading into
something good..THE WEDDING!!! Yay! Please review!!!
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The next morning I am awakened by the phone ringing loudly beside my head. I groan and pull myself up and stick out my arm in the attempts that somehow I will find the phone.
"Hello?" I say groggily after I have finally gotten enough hand eye coordination to find the device.
"You're still asleep? It's almost ten o'clock." Michael's semi-angry voice comes clear across the line.
"I know." I finally sit up in bed and tuck my hair behind my ear. "What are you doing?"
"My mother is making breakfast and I wanted you to come over too."
"Uch, I guess I'll have to get presentable then."
"Just throw something on and get over here." He sounds so genuinely sweet right now. This is why I fell in love with him. "I missed you last night."
"I missed you too. I'm sorry I didn't call." He now has me really feeling guilty.
"It's okay. Tomorrow we'll be married and you'll have to deal with me forever." I can tell he's smiling on the other end of the phone.
"Well I have to go get dressed. I'll see you soon."
"Love you." He says before hanging up.
"You too." I hang up the phone and lay back on my pillow. A couple minutes go by and I realize I'm still on my bed so I throw my legs over and stand up. After turning on the television to the news, I quickly make the bed before going into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I hear the weatherman on the news and it's expected to snow more today. When I finish in the bathroom, I go into the closet to get dressed. My gown is hanging in the back with the plastic carefully protecting it. I run my hand gently over the smooth plastic before deciding what to wear. I decide on a pair of dark blue jeans and a black turtleneck. My boots, however, are no where to be found. Pulling my hair back into a ponytail, I walk towards the kitchen. My boots are sitting under the coffee table in the living room. I put them on after getting my heavy socks on too. Three minutes later I'm ready to go with my black jacket and my scarf around my neck on. I tuck my bangs behind my ears and I'm out the door. I've decided to take the El to Michael's mother's house, which is sort of on the other side of town, and then Michael can drive me back home.
Today's experience on the El is a lot less eventful than the night before. In fact, the train is pretty much empty. The next thing I know, I'm already at my stop. I tighten the scarf around my neck before exiting the train. It's colder now in November than I can remember. It's not even Thanksgiving yet. This doesn't really surprise me though because a lot of things are different this year, and I'm not just talking about the weather.
Pretty soon, I've reached Mrs. Angioli's house and I'm thankful because I can tell there's going to be a storm soon. As I reach out my hand to ring the doorbell, the door opens and Michael's smiling face ushers me in. He takes my jacket after a quick peck on the lips and leads me into the kitchen.
"Ma, Abby's here." I smile as his mother gives me a big hug. We've gotten surprising close in the past couple of weeks.
"Is it snowing yet?" She asks me as she gets back to her cooking.
"Not yet. It looks like it could at any moment though. It's getting really cold." I roll up my sleeves and prepare to help.
"What do you think you're doing? Go sit down. You're the bride, you're not supposed to be doing any work whatsoever." She shoos me into the family room of the house. Several minutes later, we're all sitting at the large dining room table where Michael's mother is telling stories about him from when he was little. This is a definite change for me since I've never had much of a family.
"I am expecting grandchildren you know." Mrs. Angioli states loudly.
"We know Ma." Michael responds, but I am somewhat dumbfounded. We've never talked about kids. "What's the matter?"
"Uh, can I see you for a minute in the kitchen." I answer and stand up. He follow me and I shut the door behind us.
"We've never really talked about kids before." I start.
"I know and I'm not saying we have to have kids, it's just Mom's fantasy." He leans onto the island as I stay on the other side.
"I haven't been completely truthful with you." I realize I'm going to have to tell him the truth.
"What are you talking about?" Michael looks concerned.
"I never told you because I didn't want it to interfere with us."
"You're starting to scare me Abs, what's going on?"
"My mother.Maggie.she's.well.she's bipolar." I finally manage to spit out.
"What?"
"She's been manic depressive my entire life. She's been on and off her meds for years."
"But she's fine now." I can see he's confused.
"No, she's not. She's just taking her medication." I sigh.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Oh god, now he's starting to get upset.
"I told you, I didn't want it to interfere with us."
"So why now? When we're getting married tomorrow?"
"Because I'd feel guilty not telling you."
"Okay."
"Okay?" Now it's my turn to be confused.
"What do you want me to say? That I won't marry you because your mother used to not be on her medication?"
"No, of course not."
"Well then what's the problem?" He just doesn't understand. I can't even bring myself to tell him my deepest darkest fear.
"Nothing. I'm fine, really. It doesn't matter."
"Okay, you wanna go back in there?" He asks, gesturing towards the other room.
"You go ahead, I'll be in in a minute." He walks back and I grab my purse and step out the side door to the steps on the front of the house. I sit down on the step and reach into my bag and pull out a cigarette and a lighter. I've cut way down on smoking since I started seeing Michael, but now it just seems appropriate. I take a long drag from the cigarette and watch as the smoke blows through the wind. After a few more puffs, I throw the cigarette onto the ground and stand up and step on it and the walk back inside.
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The next morning I am awakened by the phone ringing loudly beside my head. I groan and pull myself up and stick out my arm in the attempts that somehow I will find the phone.
"Hello?" I say groggily after I have finally gotten enough hand eye coordination to find the device.
"You're still asleep? It's almost ten o'clock." Michael's semi-angry voice comes clear across the line.
"I know." I finally sit up in bed and tuck my hair behind my ear. "What are you doing?"
"My mother is making breakfast and I wanted you to come over too."
"Uch, I guess I'll have to get presentable then."
"Just throw something on and get over here." He sounds so genuinely sweet right now. This is why I fell in love with him. "I missed you last night."
"I missed you too. I'm sorry I didn't call." He now has me really feeling guilty.
"It's okay. Tomorrow we'll be married and you'll have to deal with me forever." I can tell he's smiling on the other end of the phone.
"Well I have to go get dressed. I'll see you soon."
"Love you." He says before hanging up.
"You too." I hang up the phone and lay back on my pillow. A couple minutes go by and I realize I'm still on my bed so I throw my legs over and stand up. After turning on the television to the news, I quickly make the bed before going into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I hear the weatherman on the news and it's expected to snow more today. When I finish in the bathroom, I go into the closet to get dressed. My gown is hanging in the back with the plastic carefully protecting it. I run my hand gently over the smooth plastic before deciding what to wear. I decide on a pair of dark blue jeans and a black turtleneck. My boots, however, are no where to be found. Pulling my hair back into a ponytail, I walk towards the kitchen. My boots are sitting under the coffee table in the living room. I put them on after getting my heavy socks on too. Three minutes later I'm ready to go with my black jacket and my scarf around my neck on. I tuck my bangs behind my ears and I'm out the door. I've decided to take the El to Michael's mother's house, which is sort of on the other side of town, and then Michael can drive me back home.
Today's experience on the El is a lot less eventful than the night before. In fact, the train is pretty much empty. The next thing I know, I'm already at my stop. I tighten the scarf around my neck before exiting the train. It's colder now in November than I can remember. It's not even Thanksgiving yet. This doesn't really surprise me though because a lot of things are different this year, and I'm not just talking about the weather.
Pretty soon, I've reached Mrs. Angioli's house and I'm thankful because I can tell there's going to be a storm soon. As I reach out my hand to ring the doorbell, the door opens and Michael's smiling face ushers me in. He takes my jacket after a quick peck on the lips and leads me into the kitchen.
"Ma, Abby's here." I smile as his mother gives me a big hug. We've gotten surprising close in the past couple of weeks.
"Is it snowing yet?" She asks me as she gets back to her cooking.
"Not yet. It looks like it could at any moment though. It's getting really cold." I roll up my sleeves and prepare to help.
"What do you think you're doing? Go sit down. You're the bride, you're not supposed to be doing any work whatsoever." She shoos me into the family room of the house. Several minutes later, we're all sitting at the large dining room table where Michael's mother is telling stories about him from when he was little. This is a definite change for me since I've never had much of a family.
"I am expecting grandchildren you know." Mrs. Angioli states loudly.
"We know Ma." Michael responds, but I am somewhat dumbfounded. We've never talked about kids. "What's the matter?"
"Uh, can I see you for a minute in the kitchen." I answer and stand up. He follow me and I shut the door behind us.
"We've never really talked about kids before." I start.
"I know and I'm not saying we have to have kids, it's just Mom's fantasy." He leans onto the island as I stay on the other side.
"I haven't been completely truthful with you." I realize I'm going to have to tell him the truth.
"What are you talking about?" Michael looks concerned.
"I never told you because I didn't want it to interfere with us."
"You're starting to scare me Abs, what's going on?"
"My mother.Maggie.she's.well.she's bipolar." I finally manage to spit out.
"What?"
"She's been manic depressive my entire life. She's been on and off her meds for years."
"But she's fine now." I can see he's confused.
"No, she's not. She's just taking her medication." I sigh.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Oh god, now he's starting to get upset.
"I told you, I didn't want it to interfere with us."
"So why now? When we're getting married tomorrow?"
"Because I'd feel guilty not telling you."
"Okay."
"Okay?" Now it's my turn to be confused.
"What do you want me to say? That I won't marry you because your mother used to not be on her medication?"
"No, of course not."
"Well then what's the problem?" He just doesn't understand. I can't even bring myself to tell him my deepest darkest fear.
"Nothing. I'm fine, really. It doesn't matter."
"Okay, you wanna go back in there?" He asks, gesturing towards the other room.
"You go ahead, I'll be in in a minute." He walks back and I grab my purse and step out the side door to the steps on the front of the house. I sit down on the step and reach into my bag and pull out a cigarette and a lighter. I've cut way down on smoking since I started seeing Michael, but now it just seems appropriate. I take a long drag from the cigarette and watch as the smoke blows through the wind. After a few more puffs, I throw the cigarette onto the ground and stand up and step on it and the walk back inside.