You would think the days after that would be smooth for me.
But no, they weren't.
From taking care of mom to avoiding Justine and her devil-of-a-kid, Cole. It wasn't easy, especially if you put work in the mix.
Meetings, appointments, clients didn't care about who I was and if I was transitioning back to the American lifestyle. They only cared about work.
Were it not for Ben, I would've been roadkill by now.
Two weeks of work. With mom's incessant bickering and Justine's to-and-fro comings and goings.
Honestly, I have no idea what's going on in her head. Either of them.
Mom wants to drive me mad and Justine won't stop staring at me.
I've been giving the latter a bit of a cold-shoulder. But I will definitely snap at her if she doesn't stop looking at me.
Lately, Justine has been visiting us every day in the morning before I leave for work.
I don't speak to her or acknowledge her presence because it's easier that way yet it pains me all the same.