mother exhaled and gently placed her hands on top of mine.
“Before you do anything, you need to figure out where you’ll live right now.”
My father chimed, “That’s what her trust fund is for. She should have enough to find a good house in the morning.”
I rose from the table and grabbed a bottle of Riesling from their wine rack. “That’s what I needed to talk to you both about,” I added as I poured myself a glass.
My mother eyed me, and suspiciously asked, “What, Nola?”
I took a large gulp of the Riesling and swirled in my mouth allowing myself time to get the words out. My father instantly read my body language.
He pounded his hand against the cabinet and yelled, “SHE EMPTIED IT!”
“Nola… No,” my mother moaned.
I said, “Not exactly all of it. There just isn’t enough to buy a good house… or rent a good place. And, you know I’m not going to any old neighborhood.”
My father paced the floor the way attorneys do, running his fingers through his white hair. His pale face was now red from anger. “Your grandfather worked until it killed him…. and you just blow it…like it’s nothing… like it’s toilet paper to wipe your ass with.”
My mother exhaled, “Nola, I thought you had your spending under control.”
“Mom, I tried. Trav dragged me through hell for the past several months. I was so stressed… I maxed his cards, and then I maxed mine.”
My father laughed sarcastically, “Stressed. You lived in a building with millionaires. You were practically handed a career. Your wedding was being paid for. You drive a Range Rover paid off by us. Your bank account has never been under $50,000 for more than two weeks with the help of the trust and with the help of us, and YOU were STRESSED ? Do you know that your brothers haven’t touched a penny of their inheritance?”
“Hunny, calm down. You need to relax,” my mom said in her usual angelic tone.
He spat, “She’s a joke!”
I cut my eyes at my father and barked, “Frankenstein, I’m YOUR monster!”
“Don’t you DARE blame me.”
My mother jumped to her feet, “Walter. Nola. Enough. Dominic is upstairs sleeping. You both are getting too loud.”
I sat down and said, “I need to squat here. It’ll be temporary - just until I get myself together.”
My father shoved his hands into his pockets, still pacing the floor. “You’ll never get it together. You were born a failure,” he said coldly.
Then, there was a CLINK-CLASH! I flung my wine glass, and shards flew in every direction as it crashed to the floor. My mother jumped back, dodging the shatter.
“Nola!” she cried.
“He’s an ASSHOLE! And, why do always you allow him to talk to me like that?”
My father groaned, “No, I’m your ATM!” He turned to my mother, “If she breaks another dish in our house, we’re cutting her off. I mean it this time.”
He left us in the kitchen sitting silently. Finally, my mother handed me the broom and followed her darling husband upstairs. I sat and stared at nothing in particular as I recalled the events of my day. Trav gave me gonorrhea, yet I’m the one who ended up fired, homeless, and on the verge of being cut off by my parents. What a day…
CHAPTER 5
Marley stood up and rose her hand after President Gabrielle asked our
“Before you do anything, you need to figure out where you’ll live right now.”
My father chimed, “That’s what her trust fund is for. She should have enough to find a good house in the morning.”
I rose from the table and grabbed a bottle of Riesling from their wine rack. “That’s what I needed to talk to you both about,” I added as I poured myself a glass.
My mother eyed me, and suspiciously asked, “What, Nola?”
I took a large gulp of the Riesling and swirled in my mouth allowing myself time to get the words out. My father instantly read my body language.
He pounded his hand against the cabinet and yelled, “SHE EMPTIED IT!”
“Nola… No,” my mother moaned.
I said, “Not exactly all of it. There just isn’t enough to buy a good house… or rent a good place. And, you know I’m not going to any old neighborhood.”
My father paced the floor the way attorneys do, running his fingers through his white hair. His pale face was now red from anger. “Your grandfather worked until it killed him…. and you just blow it…like it’s nothing… like it’s toilet paper to wipe your ass with.”
My mother exhaled, “Nola, I thought you had your spending under control.”
“Mom, I tried. Trav dragged me through hell for the past several months. I was so stressed… I maxed his cards, and then I maxed mine.”
My father laughed sarcastically, “Stressed. You lived in a building with millionaires. You were practically handed a career. Your wedding was being paid for. You drive a Range Rover paid off by us. Your bank account has never been under $50,000 for more than two weeks with the help of the trust and with the help of us, and YOU were STRESSED ? Do you know that your brothers haven’t touched a penny of their inheritance?”
“Hunny, calm down. You need to relax,” my mom said in her usual angelic tone.
He spat, “She’s a joke!”
I cut my eyes at my father and barked, “Frankenstein, I’m YOUR monster!”
“Don’t you DARE blame me.”
My mother jumped to her feet, “Walter. Nola. Enough. Dominic is upstairs sleeping. You both are getting too loud.”
I sat down and said, “I need to squat here. It’ll be temporary - just until I get myself together.”
My father shoved his hands into his pockets, still pacing the floor. “You’ll never get it together. You were born a failure,” he said coldly.
Then, there was a CLINK-CLASH! I flung my wine glass, and shards flew in every direction as it crashed to the floor. My mother jumped back, dodging the shatter.
“Nola!” she cried.
“He’s an ASSHOLE! And, why do always you allow him to talk to me like that?”
My father groaned, “No, I’m your ATM!” He turned to my mother, “If she breaks another dish in our house, we’re cutting her off. I mean it this time.”
He left us in the kitchen sitting silently. Finally, my mother handed me the broom and followed her darling husband upstairs. I sat and stared at nothing in particular as I recalled the events of my day. Trav gave me gonorrhea, yet I’m the one who ended up fired, homeless, and on the verge of being cut off by my parents. What a day…
CHAPTER 5
Marley stood up and rose her hand after President Gabrielle asked our
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