Chapter 19
Alison fumed as she trotted down the alley towards her car. Ever since Emily's useless catatonic stint she was stuck with all the shopping and taking care of the kids. If she'd known they'd be such hard work she would've never had them. She only had them because she thought that Emily wanted them in the first place, and now? Now she's stuck raising them! This was bullshit, in her opinion.
She turned a little too fast and knocked the adult diapers off the shopping cart. Yet another 'present' from Emily. Who knew that child birth could have complex and long lasting complications? For her it was incontinence. She dreaded cooking specifically because of the spices. One small pinch of pepper could have her running for a fresh pair of underwear. She was constantly a sneeze away from embarrassment.
So Alison piled the shopping into the cart, got in the driver's seat and started reversing out of her parking spot. She thought back to the events of the other day and felt a little glad that Emily was in this state right now because she'd give her so much trouble for what went down. It wasn't such a big deal, she rationalized. 'These things happen, it's unavoidable. It could've happened to anyone. Just because she'd been drinking a little doesn't make her negligent. And really, it was all Emily's fault in the first place for leaving her alone with the kids; she should've known better. It was a really stressful day and Alison was anxious and panicky and it was totally not her fault, she told her self.
So what if she hit one of the babies? The greatest benefit of having twins was that there was always a spare. If anything happened to Lilly, Grace would be there to take care of her and vice versa and really, they could supervise each other by now, they were old enough! They were two or three or something. They were perfectly capable of taking care of themselves, they just didn't want to.
Those selfish, greedy leeches. Having to spend all her time watching them and feeding them and wiping the shit off their asses really pissed Alison off. There were other things she'd rather be doing. Like reclining on a beach somewhere, being catered to by handsome cabana boys and stuff. This was NOT the trajectory she wanted her life to take. By now she figured she'd be married to some rich and powerful exec, honeymooning in Fiji or Tahiti and flirting with pool boys and surfers while he was busy micro-managing his business over the phone. Not losing her hair due to stress, putting on pounds by the dozens and picking cheerios off her favorite sweater.
She was pissed. And when she was pissed she drank. Only if she drank Emily would bitch about her drinking habits 'like she's a motherfucking saint'. No, no drinking for Alison. 'We have to keep treat our bodies like a temple' Emily would say. And what she'd really mean is that 'she' had to keep from doing anything fun or enjoyable while Emily got to destroy herself, pining over that 'pigskin' loser. Well this wasn't fair and Alison never signed up for this arrangement. She only had those bastards because she thought Emily wanted them. Well, if Emily's done playing house, then so was she.