Domino 2

Then God showed just how much he hated me.
My dying Grandmother made me promise to take care of his grave.
She asked me to go over to my aunt's house and ask for four hundred dollars of her social security.
I didn’t know what she had planned.
So, I couldn’t tell them what she wanted it for.
I was so angry inside!
And so were my aunt’s.
I had to respect her last wish and take care of Lucifer’s grave!
What was their excuse?
Get the car you’re taking me shopping.
So, we drove off down town.
“Go up to the theater!” …. ok maybe she wanted to see one last movie?
“Park right here!” out came Mr. Hours with a big piece of paper.
“This is the same kind of stone you and your husband have.”
“I put “Sonny” on the top just like we talked about on the phone.”
“Do you want to come inside and see it?”
“No, I trust you.”
“Here’s the money”
“Now that covers everything?”
“Yes, this will cover everything.”
“Tim there’s one other thing I want you to promise.”
“Promise you will make sure he looks nice.”
I didn’t want to. I wanted to desecrate his remains in hopes of giving him a little of the hurt I felt!
“I will grandma.”
“Give me your word, you’ll take care of his grave and make sure he looks good.”
I was trapped.
She had to know how I felt.
“I give you, my word.”
“He will look good and I will take care of his grave.”
“Don’t tell anyone I bought this headstone!”
“Let those vipers wonder about it!”
He was her son and she loved him.
I had to do as she asked.
She wouldn’t expect any less of me for I never let her down, not once in my entire life.
And I never will.
I would take care of the man who stole my love and destroyed it.
Could God hate me anymore?
I will not go into how my aunts tried to destroy my uncle’s funeral.
Or how they turned their guns on me for doing what I was asked to do.
I will tell you of the night I was a fool.
We had thanksgiving at my aunts.
Cathy was there.
The way she looked at me was breaking down my walls.
I was getting closer to letting her into my heart.
Maybe, we could survive this.
Maybe we could survive this together?
My Uncle Bob noticed her looking at me.
True to custom he ridiculed me.
“What HIM?” the acid dripped from his snide remarks.
“You can’t be serious!”
He wanted to call me a loser; I could see it in his snake like eyes!
No, he just kept on expounding my faults.
My Aunt’s punctuated his monologue with their own little chuckles and digs.
Trying to make it all look like a joke!
I should have pounced on them!
I should have declared my love for you!
I couldn’t.
I withdrew further into myself.
I picked up a brainteaser game and single-mindedly shut everything out.
“I’ve never seen anyone beat that thing five times in a row!”
“He has the patience of a saint!”
No.
I wasn’t there anymore.
And it was eight times before we went home.
They had to shake me to get my attention.
I’m glad it was late at night and my red eye’s looked like I was tired and not crying.