Time for the next installment!
Day 3
Shocker of shockers – they wanted to go shopping on Black Friday. Ugh.
My aunt & my sister luuuuuurve to shop. But they are truly horrible shoppers. Thy walk really slow. I once knew my aunt to spend two hours looking for a pair of shoes to give as a gift to an 8 YO boy – and she ended up not buying them, anyway. Gah!
Anyway, we did go shopping, in the crowds. We bought my SO something and I bought something for Anil, too, since I had never ever given him anything. There was a small fight over me paying for something for Anil, but sisters can win in this regard. We’re allowed to spoil our brothers and scold them any way we please.
But before that, I heard a lot of grisly details about the circumstances of my birth. For those of you who don’t know, I was born illegitimately in India in 1975. My mother had an affair with her teacher, who was also the husband of her roomie. She was with him for four years, she’s just lucky she didn’t catch before me.
Anyway, more than once he was prepared to run off with her and leave his wife & kids behind. But all that came to a screeching halt when I was born and turned out to be a girl…if I’d been a boy, chances are he would have stuck around. His name was Om Prakash (what privacy for a jackass like that?)
Anyway, I learned a lot more about than I ever knew. I didn’t know, for example, how brazen she was. I didn’t know that a policeman actually came after her. In India, running around with someone else’s husband can get you both a beating.
I am very emotional and very sensitive. I’ve been taught by harsh words not to ever cry in front of my mother, and I’ve just sort of naturally extended it to my family. Twice I had to get up and hide my tears as I listened, and several times I blinked them back. My mother did some horrible stuff but my grandmother died young, and then my grandfather only lasted a few more years, so they had no guidance except older brothers.
Later that night Anil came home, and we also talked about it more. He said something that reduced me to tears again – namely, that I’d been birthed by one sister and raised by another, and ended up having two moms but not really having a mom at all, as both of them were fairly selfish.
I also explained a lot of the things that had gone through my head when I reached 14 and was told about this so rudely.
Anyway, enough seriousness. We also went grocery shopping. I marinated some Tandoori Chicken to make for the next night, and we watched some movies, and generally had a good time.
Oh! My suitcase! I called throughout the morning, and finally getting sick of no answer, we decided to drive to the Colorado Springs airport. We got in the car, and drove out there. My sister parked out front, and I went in.
Turns out while I was inside searching for the baggage department, my aunt got a call at home telling her they’d found the bag and would deliver it in 2 hours. NO! My aunt said – they’re there already. She called my sister, and told her, and as soon I got in they had my bag there, waiting for me.
YAY!
Thanks!
Please do check around the house for poisonous substances just in case Bernie decides to be a stoopit dog.
I am banished from my own kitchen because I have been accused of walking like a herd of drunk elephants. See how I’m suffering just for the cause of cheesecake?