My Perfectly Imperfect Life Chapter 4 - Don't Break Her Heart!
She got dumped! My mum got dumped-but I comforted her so-does that mean I'm not grounded anymore?
It was late after we had managed to coax Natalie into getting into bed. As I was in bed, I suddenly heard two voices downstairs. I strained my ears and I heard mum…and Mr. Lyle? I couldn’t really hear them so I opened my door softly and tiptoed down close to the kitchen, stopping a few meters from it.
"Chris, I don’t know what you’re talking about…what do you mean?"
Mum asked.
"Carrie you know I’ve always liked you, but friends is what we’ve been…right? So I meant what I said…I met this girl a while ago and we got along really well…and I want to marry her."
Mr. Lyle said.
"What?? Is this some kind of joke? We’re going out Chris! How can you just come in and tell me you’re going to get married to someone else?"
Mum exclaimed.
"No…well it’s been on my mind for a long time-I didn’t want it to be like this-but she expects us to get married pretty soon…and I just thought…"
He tried to explain.
"You just thought you could waltz in here and breezily say that you’re breaking up with me and you think I’m going to be fine??"
She was almost hysterical now.
"No…but I’d hoped you’d understand. I want to stay friends with you…I didn’t mean to hurt you…"
He replied like a guilty puppy.
"Well you did Chris. I wish you had told me sooner."
Mum replied tiredly.
"I’m sorry Carrie…I know how it is with your husband and all…that’s another thing-how can we maintain a relationship whilst you’re still married? It’s just not…Christian."
He said.
Mum was shouting now,
"What did you just say?? You don’t know ANYTHING. You don’t know how it is with my husband, you don’t know what being a Christian means and you don’t know me! I never want to talk to you again. GET OUT! Get out of my house, my life, and everything that’s related to me!"
Mr. Lyle grimaced, and he said softly,
"Carrie…I’m sorry…"
"I’ve heard enough from you Mr. Holy man-you don’t know how hard my life gets and what you’re saying to me is just going to make it worse. It turned out my daughter was right about you."
Mum talked in a hushed, final tone.
Mr. Lyle made a sound, and then turned around and stomped out of the kitchen-I had to basically jump two meters to get behind the couch.
The moment Mr. Lyle slammed the door; I ran into the kitchen and the sight of my mum made my heart reach out for her. She was sitting on the edge of the kitchen table with her head in her hands and uncontrollable sobs came out of her body, and her body shook like a leaf. Countless tears slipped out of her eyes, down onto her hands and then splattered to the floor. I went to her and I hugged her, she lifted her head and she whispered,
"How could I have been so blind? How…"
She hadn’t even registered that I was awake and it was pretty late-half of the night we stayed up-I made hot chocolate and we sat and had a little mother to daughter time. She told me how they had been ‘going out’ for about eight months, and she apologized for not telling me the moment she had got him as her boyfriend. That night, none of the mistakes she’d made mattered to me. I treated her like she was my best friend, letting go of all the grudges I held against her and I just listened. I listened to what my mother had to say about guys, her advice, her problems and some of her solutions. She cried a while in my arms before that and just before our "chat" she told me,
"It’s okay to tell me, ‘I told you so’ Kellie…"
I just shook my head and steered her into the living room.
I told her about some stuff too. She did get mad when I told her about sneaking around at night to meet Sam but she forgave me. I shed a few tears too but this was my mum’s night to be the ‘daughter’ so I quickly rubbed my eyes so that they would go away. The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was
"Yes…mum said I’m not grounded anymore! Maybe I should meet up with Sam sometime…"
"Chris, I don’t know what you’re talking about…what do you mean?"
Mum asked.
"Carrie you know I’ve always liked you, but friends is what we’ve been…right? So I meant what I said…I met this girl a while ago and we got along really well…and I want to marry her."
Mr. Lyle said.
"What?? Is this some kind of joke? We’re going out Chris! How can you just come in and tell me you’re going to get married to someone else?"
Mum exclaimed.
"No…well it’s been on my mind for a long time-I didn’t want it to be like this-but she expects us to get married pretty soon…and I just thought…"
He tried to explain.
"You just thought you could waltz in here and breezily say that you’re breaking up with me and you think I’m going to be fine??"
She was almost hysterical now.
"No…but I’d hoped you’d understand. I want to stay friends with you…I didn’t mean to hurt you…"
He replied like a guilty puppy.
"Well you did Chris. I wish you had told me sooner."
Mum replied tiredly.
"I’m sorry Carrie…I know how it is with your husband and all…that’s another thing-how can we maintain a relationship whilst you’re still married? It’s just not…Christian."
He said.
Mum was shouting now,
"What did you just say?? You don’t know ANYTHING. You don’t know how it is with my husband, you don’t know what being a Christian means and you don’t know me! I never want to talk to you again. GET OUT! Get out of my house, my life, and everything that’s related to me!"
Mr. Lyle grimaced, and he said softly,
"Carrie…I’m sorry…"
"I’ve heard enough from you Mr. Holy man-you don’t know how hard my life gets and what you’re saying to me is just going to make it worse. It turned out my daughter was right about you."
Mum talked in a hushed, final tone.
Mr. Lyle made a sound, and then turned around and stomped out of the kitchen-I had to basically jump two meters to get behind the couch.
The moment Mr. Lyle slammed the door; I ran into the kitchen and the sight of my mum made my heart reach out for her. She was sitting on the edge of the kitchen table with her head in her hands and uncontrollable sobs came out of her body, and her body shook like a leaf. Countless tears slipped out of her eyes, down onto her hands and then splattered to the floor. I went to her and I hugged her, she lifted her head and she whispered,
"How could I have been so blind? How…"
She hadn’t even registered that I was awake and it was pretty late-half of the night we stayed up-I made hot chocolate and we sat and had a little mother to daughter time. She told me how they had been ‘going out’ for about eight months, and she apologized for not telling me the moment she had got him as her boyfriend. That night, none of the mistakes she’d made mattered to me. I treated her like she was my best friend, letting go of all the grudges I held against her and I just listened. I listened to what my mother had to say about guys, her advice, her problems and some of her solutions. She cried a while in my arms before that and just before our "chat" she told me,
"It’s okay to tell me, ‘I told you so’ Kellie…"
I just shook my head and steered her into the living room.
I told her about some stuff too. She did get mad when I told her about sneaking around at night to meet Sam but she forgave me. I shed a few tears too but this was my mum’s night to be the ‘daughter’ so I quickly rubbed my eyes so that they would go away. The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was
"Yes…mum said I’m not grounded anymore! Maybe I should meet up with Sam sometime…"
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