Stepfamilies, Summer 1994
By Patricia Wood

I curled up in the chair closest to the fireplace watching my dud trying to get the fire started. With Mary out of town, I knew it was now or never. Added, remember when you said if I ever wanted to go live with mom, I could?’ I bite my nails in anticipation of his reply. He continued to poke the logs until the flames engulfed them. Pain shot through one of my fingers. My skin bled where the nail used to be. ”Well, I decide I want to stay with Mom for a whiled I said sucking the injured finger tip.

A few moments passed afore he faced me. ”Honey, are you sure you want this? It’s only been three months since Mary and I got married.” My palms were sweaty. I thought the temperature in the room went up about 50 degrees. ”Dad please don’t eve me a hard time about this.” He rubbed his hands over his face. ”I’m just a little confused about your sudden change of attitude. I was under the impression you didn’t like spending much time watts your mother.”

The room was quid except for the sound of wood cupping in the background. I sat still in the chair, playing with my angers, not saying a word. ”Okay, okay, but I need to ilk to your mother firstly he said. Later that night DO came to my room. *I spoke ‘with your mother and she said her free time is limited. However, she agreed to let you stay watts her for two months. At that time you can decide who you want to live without ”Great! When can I god’s By the look on his face, my sudden excitement acted I she’ll pick you up Sunday afternoons” he said flatly then left. For a like a knife twisting in his heart. For a moment I wondered if I made the right choice. Doubts started to fill my mind until I pushed them aside. During the week I tried to contain my feelings about staying with Mom. It’ll be so neat to go shopping with her. Every night before bed, we’ll drink a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows floating on the top and share secrets.

The night before I let, the atmosphere around the house was quiet. ”Dad, it doesn’t mean I don’t love yow I just need some time with Mom right nom” ”Yeah, I know” he gave me a bear hug. ”Besides, we’ll sill see each other every other weekend’s I said. Somehow Ms fake smile didn’t cover up the dress that filled the room.

Sunday afternoon Mom picked me up. Everything went great the first week. We went shopping, to the movies, talked forever, and ate out all the time. Then she started to work late. Karen, the girl next door, stayed with me until Mom came home. The weeks went by and Mom worked longer hours. Friday night barge her late night so James and I watched movies and slurped root beer floats. Tonight was no different. “How you thought it would be, is it’s Karen looked at me over the opened ice cream carton. ”Not really. I thought I would get to see her more. She’s always tired and grouchy and never wants to do anything.” I stabbed each blob of ice cream Karen put in my glass watts my spoon. ”I feel trapped at both places. I thought it would be different with Mom, but it’s worse.”

Karen poured the root beer over the ice cream. We watched it foam up and overflow. I dove for the straw, put one inside the glass and started sticking. It was too late, the brown frothy goo was all over the table top. ”What I can’t figure out is why you want to live with your mom’s Karen eked. ”I don’t know. I thought we’d do a lot more stuff together.” The additional root beer being poured into my glass quickly came to the top. ”You can do stuff-with your stepson and she’s home most of the timeout ”But it’s different with Mary,” I said digging out another scoop of ice cream. ”What do you mean?” Karen looked puzzled. ”She’s trying to be my mom. I feel funny because I really like her but I’m afraid to get close to her. I feel like I’m deceiving my mom by liking here’s ”What gave you that idea’s Karen asked pouring more root beer in her glass. ”We have fun together and you know how much I love to go shopping. Well, Mom wanted me only to go clothes shopping with her. That’s like our one special thing to do together. Not only that, I can talk more easily to Mom. I mean that’s the way it’s supposed to be.”

”Who Said?” ”Me,” I glanced at her then concentrated on my ice cream. I tried to mix the ice cream up with my straw but it kept bending. Then I continued, “I figure mom will always love me cause she’s the one that had me. It doesn’t matter what I do or say, even when she’s mad, she still loves me. Mary doesn’t have to love me.” “Think about it, your mom doesn’t have time for you. If she did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” Karen leaned on the counter watching me. ”I don’t want to hurt Mom. It would crush her if she thought I went shopping with Mary or talked to her about special things going on in my life.” I said playing with my straw. ”You also can’t put your life on hold waiting for your mom to go shopping with you. And why can’t you share special times with both of them?” ”You just don’t understand.” I sucked the float up through the saw and watched the brown foam sink lower and lower. Mom always was pretty busy. Even when my pints were married, she didn’t spend much time watts me. ”Mary’s more like a mom than my own mom’s I mumbled under my breath. I pushed my glass away and went into the living room, curled up on the couch, and started to cry. Karen came in and put her arm around me. She held me until I fell asleep.

The next morning I made a decision. One that I had always wanted but was Afraid to admit. I waited impatiently for my dud to answer the phone. My heart raced. ”Hello?” ”Hi Dad. I was wondering, can I come hole’s The long silence on the other end worried me. Would he say no? ”You have another two weeds before you make a decision,” he said slowly. ”I know, but I want to come home, now” ”What about Mary?” “I miss her. I miss both of you” I said urgently. Please don’t make me wait two more weeks. ”What does your mom say about this?” Dad asked. ”She doesn’t now yet, I wanted to know if I can come home afore I ask here’s ”Talk to your mom then have her call men’s Dad said. We talked a few more minutes then hung up.

That afternoon dad came to pick me up. I looked at Mom impatiently waiting to go back to work, then ran out the door and jumped in my dad’s army. On the my home he asked, ”What changed your mind?” ”Mom was never home.” “I’m not home much either.” “I know but when you are, you treat me like I exist. I thought I’d be able to do lots of stuff-with Mom. But it’s the same old thing, we have fun for a couple days, then I get ignored.” I looked out the window.

”You know your mom loves you very much,” Dad said. ”Yeah, she’s supposed to.” My dad gave me a funny look like he didn’t understand. I wrung my hands in my lap. ”I guess I wanted Mom to be more like Mary,” I said. Dad seemed surprised. “Mary likes you a lot you know. We’ve both missed you” he said. ”I’ve missed you guys too. I guess I had to find out for myself that it was okay to get close to Mary.” ”Did you talk to your mother about that’s?” ”We talked some right before you picked me up.

Mom said our special time can be anything we do. I don’t think she liked the idea, but that’s okay.”

The further we got from Mom’s house, the more I felt the cinder blocks falling oft-my shoulders. ”I’II tell you what, let’s get a pizza to celebrate and you can make us root or floats for Bessel’s DO said.

”Yeah!” DO held my hand as he drove down the sheet. ”Hey Dad, does Mary like hot chocolate watts marshmallows on top?”