Chapter 97

                                    

                                          


                          
Around lunch time we left the cabin to meet my parents for lunch. It was still snowing heavily so I tucked Tyler pretty well before going out.
                          
"Can you pick him up?" I talked to James who was waiting for us.
                          
"Sure." He said grumpily but picking Tyler in his arms, because I couldn't hold our son for real. Since he was the one holding the kid and there was only one umbrella, I gave it to James, and I walked with the heavy snow falling down on me. I tucked my hands inside the pockets of my coat and walked looking down at my feet. "You can come here." James told me.
                          
"I'm fine." I said without looking up.
                          
"Mommy, your hair has funny things on it." Tyler giggled and that made me look at him and smile, my eyes met James's briefly, but I didn't stop there, not even for a second. I bet he didn't want to anyway. The rest of the way made in silence by both of us.
                          
"Glad you're here. We ordered the food and it's already here, though it might get cold or something." My mother said holding the door for us. James greeted her again that day and I greeted her too, but I was dry, and she raised an eyebrow at me. I greeted my father same dryly way, except for my daughter who I kissed tenderly and smiled at her.
                          
"Are you alright mom?" She asked me.
                          
"Yes, I am fine." I said not to worry her. I was extremely offended James was planning things behind my back with my parents. Planning my life without consulting me.
                          
"Andrea...can you come here, to help me with the trays they brought?" My mother asked beginning to walk to the kitchen. I knew she was going to question me. It was so obvious James and I weren't talking.
                          
"What is it?" I asked not wasting anytime nor trying to find the right time to go to the subject.
                          
"It's clear you and James aren't talking or at least, had a fight." She told me.
                          
"And do you wanna know why?" I asked her fast, as there were things I wanted to tell her.
                          
"I assume it's the same subject that has been haunting us the last couple of weeks." My mother told me.
                          
"He wants me to go on therapy! How can you agree with that? How can you and dad been planning all that behind my back?" I asked her almost aggressively. I felt betrayed, like everyone was trying to get rid of me at some point, or against me. I was feeling no support from anyone, I felt more alone than ever.
                          
"Yes. He told us what he was planning to do, and we have agreed! You need to go. You need help, none of us have doubts by now. You are distant, been pushing every one away from you, so you have to go and get over it. James is being wonderful Andrea, and you're not even giving him a chance." It hurt me deeply to see my mother against me and on his side.
                          
"Now he's the almighty god!" I exclaimed. I expected, at least, to have my parents on my side. "I warn you...I am not going to therapy and that's it. I don't care about what you think or what he thinks. I am not crazy; I can do this by myself. I am really sorry I couldn't overcome it as fast as all of you did, after all this was by kid." I was beyond furious that moment.
                          
"It was his kid too and you forget about that. Take your head out of your ass Andrea. You have a family that needs you. Since when you became that selfish that you're thinking just about yourself?"
                          
"Now, I am the one that's selfish? Funny, everybody acts like nothing happened. I am sorry I can't be that easy going. I am sorry if I am disappointing you and him. I already explained a thousand times how I feel, if no one understands, then just leave me alone. Just leave me alone and I'll be fine. I can't take this anymore, people around me telling me what to do. I hate that. Hate it. If all of you want to leave me alone FINE! I'll still be fine! Maybe it's even better, maybe I can be quiet and have some peace." With that I turned my back on my mother and walked away. I decided to go outside for a while, so I could calm down. On my way there I passed by James.