Cyn waxing poetic to her sister in law, Nina about the auto shop mechanics.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard you go on about the Webster guys before.” “My dear husband has. But hey, I let Matt have that girlie calendar in his office at home, so we’re even.”
“You mean his Grannies for Nannies, calendar? The one my mom was in to promote her side babysitting business?” “
“Hey, they’re women. They count.” Cyn laughed.
“That’s just mean. And funny.
Cyn’s mother is highly critical of her and snidely insults her with backhanded
compliments whilst criticising her size whenever they’re alone.
She interrogates Foley the first time they meet:::
“I’m only doing what a concerned parent would do. He looks like a criminal.”
“Nah. I’m done with prison. That was years ago. Now I’m just a hard-working meth dealer. I own this corner and the heroin lab down the street. But I don’t employ underage children. Only ex-cons and guys with at least a GED.”
“This is your boyfriend?”
“How long has this been going on?”
“Since I found out I was pregnant.”
“I’ve obviously come at a bad time. I’ll talk to you later.” Ella stood.
“I was just kidding, Mrs. Nichols.” Foley didn’t sound put off by her mother at all.
“I work two doors down at Webster’s Garage. I’m one of the mechanics there. All legal. I swear.” “How nice for you.” Ella looked angry, bewildered, and…old. “I’ll come back another time to talk to you, Cynthia. Good-bye, Foley.” She turned and left. “Hmm.” Foley stared after her. “I’m sensing a touch of awkwardness.” Understatement of the year. “Do you think she liked me?” Cyn laughed again, unable to contain it. “Oh yeah. She was totally into you. I could tell.” Matt joined them and took a seat next to Foley. “What was all that about?”
I’m sorry,” Matt said, cupping his ear. “Meth dealer? Pregnant sister? I think I’ve had too many cups of coffee today. I’m obviously hearing things.” “Of course you are.” Cyn frowned. “Foley was joking. As usual, Mom got pushy and nosy. Instead of being nice, she questioned him as if ready to book him on charges.” Foley decided to keep mention of his actual prison time for another day. “So
you’re not pregnant.” Matt waited. “Oh my God. No.” She turned a becoming shade of pink. “Well, not that we know of,”
“No, Matt. I am not. At least, not by Foley.” “Ack. Stop talking. I think I’m hemorrhaging internally.” Matt groaned and put his head down. “My little sister cannot be in the family way. That would mean she’s doing things I can’t think about.”
“Oh, go back to your wicked wife and have your fun. I can’t believe you sicced Mom on me.” “Yeah right.” Matt snorted. “She had her own agenda from the minute she walked in.” Matt glanced at Foley. “So you guys are dating.” He narrowed his eyes and wore his serious face, the one that meant business. “You screw her over, I’ll make your life hell.”
Cyn drew her mother back to the table “I’m glad we’re all together tonight,”
Ella leaned close. “What’s wrong, honey?”
“I’ve decided to be honest with you all. So I’ll come right out and say it.”
“This is about Ella Nichols and thirty years of verbal abuse. I have spent my entire life being told I’m fat, I’m no good, that I can’t hope to have a wonderful life unless I’m married. To be married, apparently, I need to lose weight and that attitude that comes with it. I’ve spent years trying to explain how Mom acts toward me, but no one ever believed me. You all said I was too sensitive, that I must not have understood her. I moved away for ten years because I couldn’t take it anymore.”
Her father stared. “You said you had opportunities away from here, that you couldn’t do them from Seattle.” “I lied. I’ve tried for twenty years to get Mom to see me as more than a fat albatross around her neck. Do you know how many times she’s compared me to Aunt Sharon?”
Vincent grasped at the hand Ella tugged away. “Is that right?” “Of course not,” she snapped. “Your daughter is too sensitive.”
“To you. But you’ll notice I never had any problem being with Matt or Dad. Dad, did you ever wonder why I took such pains not to be around Mom by myself?”
Cyn’s eyes grew wet. “She says horrible things. Then she ends every lecture with wanting me to be ‘happy.’ You know, Mom, I’d be happy if you’d just accept me for me.”
“Cyn, that can’t be right,” Matt tried. “Just keep out of it. You’re the perfect son. You have a wonderful wife and two amazing boys. I love them, and I love you. This is about Mom and the way she treats me.”
“Dad, I’m tired of you always taking her side. That goes for you too, Matt. Nina’s the only one who ever listened to or believed me. And I’m thankful for that. I am not fat. I do not need a man to be worthy. And I sure the heck don’t need Mom to ask her friends to bring salads and low-fat food to her parties because I don’t need the added calories.”
“Hold on, Dad. Why don’t you think about why I stayed away for so long, when I could have easily done my work from here? I didn’t have to move away ten years ago. It’s not normal for a mother to be so fixated on negatives with her child. She never did it in front of any of you, either. Just to me, behind your backs. That’s not healthy. And that’s from a therapist’s perspective.”
“You saw a therapist?”
“Yeah, I did.
“Um, so you guys know, Cyn’s being honest, I’ve overheard Ella saying some wacky things when she thought she and Cyn were alone. Remember? I told you a few times, but you made me think I was overstating things. It’s easy to believe, because Ella’s so nice to everyone else. But, Matt, she really did say those things to Cyn in private. Calling her a fattie and a loser and a sad addition to the family. But she says those things in such a nice tone, and she cages her insults around how pretty Cyn is, how much she loves her. It’s just bizarre.”
Cyn’s father paled. “I can’t believe it.”
Cyn sighed.
“Then don’t, Dad. I couldn’t make you believe it then, and I doubt I can now. But I’m taking control of my life. I’m not going to visit Mom anymore. Not until she gets some help”.
What a despicable mother.