It will come back

The smell was noticeable as I walked in the room.  The smell of burnt popcorn was a smell that stayed with you for a very long time.  I was a little concerned by the smell considering the house was supposed to be empty.

Ava, my daughter in law, called me this morning and asked if I could stop by the house to bring in the mail and water her plants.  She and my son, John, were both out-of-town for the week.  They both had business meetings on opposite sides of the state.

I rushed into the kitchen and grabbed to bag out of the microwave and threw it into the sink.  I hoped that maybe running some cold water over it might help.  As I reached to turn the water on I heard what sounded like two people giggling from the bedroom.  Grabbing a knife in one hand and my phone in the other I made my way to the door.

I grabbed the doorknob and quietly turned it. Held my breath and slammed it open.

“MOM! What are you doing here?”

“Me?!? What are you doing here? Who is she? Oh my.”

“I live here remember.  Just wait in the living room, Damn!”

I made my way to the couch and tried as hard as I could to erase that image from my mind.  Glancing at the remote beside me, I wished that life had a rewind button.  I was lost and confused. What was Ava going to say?  I felt my heart beat faster and faster as I waited for my son to come out.  The next 2 minutes of waiting seemed to last about an hour.

They finally made their way out of the room and the woman whom I had never seen before today walked quickly out of the door.

“Mom, that was really uncool!”  He had the nerve to yell to me.

“You are cheating on your wife, and I am uncool?” I yelled back at him.

“Dont just sit there and act like you’re better than me mom.  I know dad was married to another woman when you met him.” I never expected my boys to find out about that.  I felt the tears swell up in my eyes and the lump in the back of my throat grew so quickly that I could hardly breathe.

“How do you know that?”

“Not only do I know that, I see you.  I see you flirt with every guy that you think looks at you.”

“You can’t blame your screwing around on me.  Do what you want.  I’m going home.”

“Mom, are you going to tell Ava?”

“No son, That’s on you.”

I slammed the door behind me and somehow made my way to my car.  Although I was extremely mad at him, I was even more mad at myself.  What kind of mother have I been?  What kind of role model have I been?  I had bent over backwards making sure that my boys had everything they had wanted and needed.  I raised them right.  I never expected my past to jump up and bite me in the butt.  Not this way, not now.

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This is done for the Speakeasy

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