In other Missy front page news, skip the front page (�Missy Goes Commando while Watering Plants, Neighbors are Thrilled�) and (Mr. Sweatpants Runs 7.5 Miles for the 34,987th Time in his Life�) and a little article about Missy�s new Pet Hamster with the following statement: �I go to Petco to buy gerbil food and see this poor little defenseless hamster being attacked ruthlessly by the other hamsters. He was so thirsty and looked so bedraggled and old that to end his misery, I just had to buy him. However, comma, I forgot hamsters are mean. Fred already bit me, that little turd��
Go ahead and peek around to the �weekend� section to see what she did: Missy interviews from a dimly lit living room, which is decorated by dreamcatchers, earthcolors and leafy plants. Dim light shines in and illuminates her profile only. Her voice is low and gravelly. She lights a cigarette with her new lighter that says, �Bigamy: one husband too many. Monogomy: same thing.�
She sighs as only someone who has a major cross to bear would do.
�First, my ex-husband is a Gibroni, but don�t tell our daughter�he�s hung like a hamster and just as smart.� Sighs�her long manicured nail rests on a Marlborough Light, is it peach or mauve; the color of her nails? She had them done Saturday, before the crucifixion of her reputation by Uranus.
She now takes a slow drag on the cigarette, and watches the smoke billow up towards the ceiling.
�Gibroni and I had a fight this weekend. My friend Lisa told me this would happen; that he would feel guilty after getting to know her and criticize me. I just didn�t think he�d do that; it seemed like he�d matured so much the past few years.� Missy�s eyes are large and haunting, and the same color as warm honey. They are fluid and liquefied, like she�s about to cry.
Missy�s haunted eyes are framed by dark chocolate eyeliner and black 2000 Calorie Mascara. It�s obvious that she�s styled her Hershey brown locks and painted her face so that you will not notice her tooth that fell out while she was on the phone with him. She actually had gritted her teeth so hard that a molar cracked and mixed in nicely with the Chocolate cream pie she had the next night. In fact, she swallowed one half of the tooth. Ewww. Oh well, it�ll all come out some time.
�Moving right along�, she says and perks up while saying so, �I actually had a good weekend until that Gibroni crapped on it. Okay, my car had been making this really loud noise, but it was only when I was accelerating, so I assumed it was something like the fuel injection or transmission. Man, that was stupid. I went to get the oil changed and since the guy was someone I talked to every time, I asked him what he thought the loud noise was. He said, �Oh, it�s probably your transmission. I can�t say that officially, but it�s been my experience that that is the problem.�
She pauses to turn the volume on her TV down.
�So, after getting my oil changed, I get the transmission serviced. The total was $130.00 or so. Then I leave, and guess what? The friggin car is still squealing. So, I go to the tire place where they do my inspections and stuff, but not before pulling out the owner�s manual. And I just knew it was da brakes.�
She runs her fingers through her hair. �I became what I had hated. One of those people. One of those loud car people. I don�t like them you know. I wanna say, �Hey, don�t you know that you can be heard a mile away?� and now I�m one of those people.�
Missy puts her cigarette out in a cheap black ashtray, sashays into the kitchen and offers me a Coke. I decline, but she opens one for herself and plops back down on the couch, folding her leg beneath her.
�So, I went to the tire place, dropped off da car, and went home. I ate. Read some magazines, watched the tube. Oh, and I tried to clean my house but it�s a damn mess and I wasn�t motivated anyway. � And that is illustrated by the chaos that surrounds her. Missy is distraught about her daughter and she can�t think of anything but what he said.
�I decide I want to go to Jefferson Barracks and find the Civil War graves and take some photos. It was neat. Cloudy, perfect day to catch some orbs or something. Except the only creepy thing I ran across was some dude and his 16-year-old kid being mad because the Confederate soldiers had been moved years ago. I mean, how the hell do I know they were moved? I�m just happy the ones labeled US Soldier are together. I taped him talking, by the way, in case he tried anything sheisty.� She turns the TV down again because commercials get louder and softer and so she can hear herself, � I found some really old buildings, probably from the civil war era, so I got lots of neat pictures.�
Then, I went home to relax, because it felt really nice to do something I had wanted to do,� she smiles remembering sitting out in the grass among the stones, �for some reason, when I went to call Jackie on Friday it wouldn�t go through. I tried again after I got back from the cemetery and I finally got through to Gibroni, and right off the bat, he was ignorant. You can read about that in my other entry.�
Missy�s eyes started to get really moist. It reminded me of a levee about to break; she was welling up, �I was pissed. I didn�t sleep that night. The next day, I was beat, real tired like, but I got up and went to clean Grandma�s house. That went fine, and I came home. But I couldn�t forget what he said. I was so pissed and depressed that anyone would dare think my daughter is the same person he described.� She wipes a fat tear from under her left eye, ��I was pretty much in a funk, but Lisa called while I was putting down new mulch in my flowerbed and doing my other landscaping. She came over and we talked for a while. It was super-nice, because I felt really alone. And then my sister called me and told me that he was spreading viscous gossip among everyone about me. I couldn�t believe that he would do that, but then I remembered all the ignorant things he did to me. Why was I surprised?�
�Well, Monday night, I knew I had to go to work the next day but all I could think about was my daughter, and her father. I lay in bed, for like three hours, and at 11:00 his time and 2:00 a.m. mine, I called and gave him a piece of my mind. He started out like all repentant but then he got that tone with me, like I�m his kid or wife and I gotta deal with it.�
She is crying now. Missy is one of those people who cry when she�s mad, not when she�s hurt or feeling upset. She rises up and goes to get a roll of toilet paper to wipe here tears, because that�s so ghetto (she�s too cheap to buy Kleenex). Her make-up doesn�t run, I�m so impressed.
�I tell him, look butt-floss, I ain�t your wife and I don�t have to take your crap. Just know that you are being very selfish and very judgmental about me, when you don�t have any reason to be doing so,� she looks like she wants to kick his teeth in. She�s gritting her teeth again and I don�t think she knows it. I can tell because her jaw is tense.
So, like, I go clean her closet because I can�t sleep. And then, I finally lay down and get two hours of sleep. That�s why I got these bags under my eyes. I get to work and even though it was a beautiful day, it felt very dark and hopeless to me. So, I look up statistics on the Internet and advice from professionals about educating kids. Turns out, as I knew, that you gotta communicate with them early because they gotta know they can ask you questions and if you don�t know you�ll find the answer together.�
Melissa reaches down and grabs her purse off the floor. It�s a black velvet backpack type that you put over your shoulders. �So, I�m mad because I feel like I�m not going to accomplish what I needed to by sending her to her dad. And I�m upset but yet elated that she�s going to come home. And then I remember that this is a bonding experience with her Dad that she deserves and yet his handling of her behavior bothers me. I am so torn,� she pulls a letter printed on white paper out of her purse and hands it to me.
I open the letter and before I read it I just know it�s in essence, an apology.
�He apologized and explained why he acted the way he did. I was so proud. The old Uranus would�ve never done that. He was too much of a big man to say sorry. Well, not anymore. He said he should�ve never judged and should�ve never blamed. He said he should�ve asked for my input about why she might be acting out. I couldn�t believe it.� She�s silent while I read it, and I am happy for her. He�s saying sorry and taking responsibility and saying thank you for being a good mom when he wasn�t ready to be a dad back then. Melissa�s eyes are lighter, shining. She looks happy again.
�I mean, he�s still a Gibroni, but of course, like always, I�ll never tell my daughter that. After all this is a man that didn�t know what an erogenous zone was. I think he thought is was next to the milky way,� she giggles, �but at least we have come to an understanding and maybe, we can work together to bring out daughter up. I�m not even feeling sad anymore.�
And that was that.
9:49 a.m. - 2003-05-28
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