Chapter 7 Hypocrisy!

Amanda... I don't understand why my level of masochism is playing such a dirty trick on me, I have seen with my own eyes what my husband does to me, and I still don't learn, I feel it's a mirage, frustration invades me, and I don't stop crying, inside my subconscious asks me what I still do with Christopher, my tears continue to fall involuntarily... "Ready, back to his place of origin!" Carlos turns around and tells me while he extends me a tissue to wipe my tears and, in the process, taking me out of my thoughts. "Thank you, Carlos, then we'll see each other in two days again". "Will we still be chasing your husband?" He recklessly asks "Yes, then what? You worry about getting the money in your account Carlos, don't be impertinent". "Miss. Amanda, I was just saying that because I was going to buy a new box of tissues, but it's okay, I won't say another word" What he said and how he said it made me laugh, irreverent boy, was he like that with all his clients? I get out of the cab without even saying goodbye to that boy, for me he was a simple cab driver, besides that he had a great defect, he was a busybody! I arrive at the house and there is my daughter visiting with nothing more and nothing less than Samantha, hypocritically I greet her, I was not at all amused by the idea that she was the daughter of my husband's mistress. "Hi, girls, but I'm so glad you're home so early," I walk over and give my daughter a sisterly kiss, and then I steel Samantha and just give Rose a peck. "Hi mom, we just came to get some materials, how was your day?" Camille asks me "A marvel my love, you can't imagine!" Camille knew I was lying, she knew me perfectly, she looked at me and made a gesture of solidarity, but the fact that I was Samantha's best friend, showed me that even my daughter was against me, how was it possible, I know she had done it to get information, but I didn't need to be her friend anymore. "Hello, Miss. Amanda, are you ok? it's just that your appearance shows the opposite," Samantha tells me pretending to be worried, I didn't know if I should believe her anymore. "No, I was just doing some exercise, I'm going to go take a shower, excuse me". I run out of the living room, I confirm that indeed my son Santiago is in his room playing his videogames and I continue. "Hello Santi, how are you doing?" "Well mom and you?" My son doesn't even look at me, he is still concentrated in front of his screen. -"Well love, do you want to go eat something delicious?" "Yeah mamma" "Ok son, wait for me for fifteen minutes, in the meantime get organized and I'll pick you up, I want us to share some family time." "All right mom" I leave my son's room, straight to take a shower, I don't take long, I put on a pair of jeans and a blouse not so tight to the body, I look at myself in the mirror and I see that I am not so old, I don't understand the reason why my husband got a lover older than me, I swore I was a twenty year old like Samantha because that was what he always liked, but a woman older than him, it never crossed my mind. I'm putting some makeup on my face, I still don't have so many wrinkles and I look great, I don't look so "old", I don't know why when I thought about that, the cab driver came to my mind, could he be single, I bite my lower lip and I feel like a total sinner, it wouldn't make sense to act like my husband, just as treacherous, but what was I thinking? I wasn't going to cheat on him with a cab driver younger than me, for God's sake!... I smile in front of the mirror for the things I imagine, when the door of the room sounds with a bang, so wide open. Christopher's eyes threaten me... quite possibly he already knows what I told his wife, it's not his normal time to leave work, so.... "Amanda, can you explain to me why Camille is bringing a woman into the house and making out with her?" Hearing Christopher say that I feel like a shiver covered my whole being, I didn't have any homophobic prejudice, but I didn't want that topic to reach the doors of my house, I always dreamed of being a happy grandmother, and having a son-in-law, no way! "What Christopher? What are you trying to tell me?" "What you heard woman, your daughter is making out with another little girl in her room, I could see them when I passed by to get here, they have the door wide open, I didn't manage to see who the other one was, because it already seemed a bit reckless to me, but your daughter is a ...." "Be very careful how you refer to Camille, and the fact that she doesn't carry your blood doesn't mean that you haven't accepted her as your daughter, so she IS YOUR DAUGHTER" you miserable wretch! I thought to myself, he dared to judge my poor daughter, when he had no moral authority whatsoever to claim, if he was an inveterate infidel. "Look, go and solve that problem, or Camille will have to leave this house, if she wants to do her business she can go to a motel, got it?" Christopher raises his voice tone "One moment Christopher, if my daughter has to leave here, I'll go with her, and I'll make a document for the divorce, proving your infidelities, and you know what? I will finish with you, don't be messing with my children or with me" I was about to explode in his face about his small son and his lover's pregnancy, but it was not yet hour to do it, it would be to put him in over warning. I see in his eyes the immense desire to slap me or any of his expletives, but he restrains himself, I leave the room and indeed, they have not noticed my presence, now my life was becoming a total chaos, if before I had problems now I had double, my daughter was in an affair with the daughter of my husband's lover, everything related to that woman was invading my home, worst of all is that I was allowing it. I tap the port and clear my throat; both are petrified of my presence. My daughter is totally nervous, and her face looks like a piece of paper, she begins to falter in her explanation. "Ma Ma, I... I... I don't know what to tell you, it was something that just happened, I liked Samantha and she liked me, me". Samantha puts a finger over her mouth to make her keep silent, she adjusts her clothes and stands up and addresses me. "Miss. Amanda, I'm really sorry, look, I broke up with my boyfriend and I realized that I like women and since I met Camille my taste was confirmed, and I fell in love with her, now that you have found us, I hope to have your acceptance.!" But what a shitty day, I did not believe at all what was happening, I felt how everything was crumbling before my feet, and I was totally helpless, I was an asshole, first of all, my daughter did not trust me out of fear, my husband cheated on me as many times as he wanted and I was still in love, definitely life was giving me a lesson to wake up. "I don't know what to tell you girls, for now I need you to get out of here, Christopher has arrived and he saw you, he is very upset" Both of them when they hear the name are surprised, my daughter because it is logical that he is her father, and Samantha because he is her "stepfather" how ironic, he hadn't even got a woman that all his children were only his. Both of them are right and they get organized to leave, I go to the room again and take my bag I was going to go with Santiago, I needed air, when I enter to the room, there he was sitting and his fury was not felt anymore, he looks at me with a terrifyingly sweet look, he said it this way, because to believe in him, in his sincerity, it was clearly impossible. "I know I was out of line love, forgive me, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that, or talked that way about Camille" Cristopher surprises me with what I just heard, I just look at him with anger, he knows that every time he did that, he lost any chance with me. "Well, it's ok, it's ok, I have to go." "Where are you going?" As if he was telling me all the time where he was going out. "I'm going with Santiago to eat something." "I accompany them" Cristopher came out of the room with me, and we both went to pick Santiago to his room, for him it was very strange to share with his father, the fact that he was his favorite son only showed it economically, because sentimentally, he was never present. I didn't refuse to his request, I don't know why I felt that I was in a competition with my husband's mistress to be able to keep the throne, the love for this insensitive one was killing me. Minutes later we were in a beautiful family place, my husband took us, I guess here he comes with his lover's creeper, we ordered a delicious dinner, the place was equipped with many old video games, and my son Santiago, felt in another world, he was enjoying with his father, and my heart was only crushed even more, seeing them how they understood each other so well, but now there were present some younger children, who demanded even more love from a father, how miserable can you be!, To support two families, not only financially, but psychologically, you have to have a lot of guts. Hypocrisy!