When my son came home from college for Thanksgiving last week, I swore that this time would be different; there would be NO FIGHTING between he and my husband. I was putting my foot down, and I let them both know it. No screaming, getting in each others faces over who forgot to flush the toilet or who was drinking straight out of the milk carton; no hooking me in to their arguments, no forcing me to take sides between the man I love and my firstborn - my son. It had been a rough few months around here, and in anticipation of what had the possibility of turning into a volcanic eruption of anger and cruelty with me playing referee, I decided to take a proactive approach this time.This all meant for me that I had to start psyching myself up for Corey's homecoming. I just didn't feel up to the usual role of mediator. It was getting old already! Seven years, and the two of them still couldn't coexist in the same space without pissing each other off. It isn't that they don't love each other, but as in most stepfamilies, sometimes oil and water just don't mix, and planning activities for us to do to avoid any possible triggers for either of them, seemed to be a logical solution.
So thankfully, Wednesday and Thursday, Thanksgiving, passed without a hitch, although Corey was at his father's house all day Thursday, and only got home in the evening And I was almost going to give an inward sigh of relief, but then I caught myself and decided against it; still a few more days to go...no sense jinxing myself yet!
Friday morning, I was up early because I had to visit a customer at So I figured, what could be the harm of running to the mall early for Black Friday since everyone was still sleeping at home. NOTE: I am NOT a Black Friday fanatic; in fact I hate the mall and have panic attacks there when it gets crowded, so I usually avoid it at all costs on the weekend. but the mall is literally five minutes from my house, and I was low on funds this year and could use a good bargain.
Miraculously I found a parking spot a stone's throw from the entrance to the mall, and what are the chances of that??? And on Black Friday?? Wow. That must be a good sign.
NOT.
Literally a half hour after I arrived, my phone rang. I saw that it was Corey, but the noise level in the mall Friday was almost intolerable, so I let my cell go to voicemail, and figured I'd had my fill of the place anyway, and would give him a call when I got to my car.
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