Ch. 3! w00t! I am on a roll::looks down: Whoops, it's a bagel. ;-P
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Chapter 3: The Worrier
Terry says I worry too much. Matt usually scoffs at that, and Kaitlyn just shakes her head at the two of them. I'll miss them so much.
They never know why I worry. They think that I'm oblivious to it all, just because I'm their mother. I'm not. I know about Terry's job, and I know why Matt resents Mr. Wayne so much. I do sometimes worry that Terry will never ask Dana to marry him, and then I'll never see my rightful grandchild. Of course, at that moment, I have to scold myself for thinking such selfish thoughts.
Besides, I know I'll be able to see Kaitlyn and Matt's child, I know it. At least, I hope I will. But Matt really shouldn't hate the poor man so much. He should just embrace it, like I did.
Matt isn't me, I think. Matt is both a combination of his father and I. Well, that and the teachings of my late husband, Warren.
Yes, that's right. I'm not as blind as I look. I know of Terry and Matt's blood father, yet I still worry that they will not recognize it for what it is. Just because Warren may not be their 'real' father, for lack of a better term, does not mean they should forget about Warren and replace him for Mr. Wayne.
Matt will have a harder time dealing with this than Terry will, I know. Terry was almost completely raised by Warren, thanks to our separation. It wasn't that I didn't love Terry, I just couldn't deal with him, running around with that gang, and that Charles Bigalow…
Calm down, Mary. You'll scare the kids again. And it's bad enough I worry, they don't need to worry any more than they already do…
There's that word again. Worry. It has such a negative connotation. I should use another word instead. Fret? No, I'm 55, not 75. Bothered? No, it sounds like I don't care enough. I know! Concerned! Yes, concerned is the perfect word.
I do worry- ah, am concerned- about time. And the truth. Both seem to be catching up to me at rapid speed, and I don't know if I'll be able to handle either. It really isn't fair. A mother, at my age, with sons such as I do, shouldn't have to deal, let alone be concerned with, these such things. But I suppose it would be selfish of me to think of something as "not fair". I taught my children better than that, and I should act better than that.
Truth is worse than time, in my opinion. With time you can occasionally cheat it, maybe by staying fit, eating the right things, and, in a few cases, having surgery. With the truth it's better to waste less time, and get rid of it quickly.
I remember, when Matt was, oh, I don't know, 11 or so, he and I were talking about the truth for some odd reason, and he told me that if something bad is going to happen that you have to tell people, you should tell it quick, like when you rip off a band-aid. At the time, I thought it was a cute comment for him to make. Now, I know better.
I'm afraid this truth has already been revealed to someone. Two someones, to be exact. It's horrible, I can't tell my own sons, and yet, two of Terry's old friends already know. Well, Max doesn't really know, but I do know she suspects. As for the other one, I'm too afraid to even think of her name, for fear Terry might have another thing to, ahem, be concerned over.
The only thing I can do is pray and wish. And, of course, worry.
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This is my shortest one yet, but the most dramatic as far as I'll go. I hope you liked what I have so far and what I'll have soon.
Chapter 4: Melanie. 10 to 1 she'll have the most issues. ;-P