The past week... nay, past 4 days have been incredibly nuts. I went from worrying horribly at raising funds to get back to England and all the emotions that come with knowing you're going to be leaving soon, to finally submitting to God and deciding to stay home, joining Bannockburn a day before classes start, orientating myself to getting a job, moving out (perhaps starting a community house) and all that it entails, getting things organized, perhaps going to school to be a dental assistant, mom telling me I need to work on getting a job so I can move out, mom telling me I'll be paying for my college education by myself, and now... BAM. Get ready for it. My mom is dating someone.
*Deep Inhale* Let's repeat. My mom is dating someone.
It's not so much the fact that she's dating, it's how's it's come about. So, I'm here sitting on the couch asking her about if dental assisting is a possibility, taking the mick out of her because of her reaction to helping me out in college and low and behold, the phone rings. Ordinarily this is not a strange and curious phenomenon, but the response is what makes me know something is different. "Who was that on the phone?" I ask, expecting it to be a girl friend. "No, one."
Ummm... what?
"Actually, it's a guy who asked me out."
Uhhhhhhh.... what?!
"I'm really nervous about it and don't know where it's gonna lead, so if he's good you'll get to meet him"
Uhhh... I just wanna know how this happened!?!?!
She leaves the house with a friend because she has to run some errands. 2 hours later I call concerning purchasing some books for school. No answer. The usual call 3 times in a row thing doesn't work either. Finally, an hour later, a call back arrives. I jokingly say that whenever I cannot get in touch with her, I'll now think she's on a date. And then ask how it's going. She dodges the question, of course and then says that she'll be home late. Late? Are you having a good time? Surprisingly, yes.
As I write, it's now quarter past midnight. On a brief excursion out to find food, I discover our vacated car at Starbucks. I can't believe it. My mom is actually on a date!
It's been 13 years... she hasn't dated since I was 6. I'm seriously excited for her, cause I've always wanted her to have someone to take care of her and love her. But the way she's handling it makes me think I could need therapy.
Then there's the fact that my mom's out and I'm not. That's just wrong.
Maybe this is why I'm supposed to stay here and not be in England. Maybe it's to make sure she doesn't elope without letting me know...
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