For the very brief moments Susan had to herself while he slept, she thought about how she got to where she was. After moving into her aunt’s house, so many things happened over the years.
The first major event was her grandfather passing away. If there was anyone who would stand up for her, it was him. He was the main person she wanted to make proud. He was also the only one who said he was proud of her. It was a major hit emotionally.
After this, a combo of sorts happened. When Susan’s grandmother was unable to take care of herself, her aunt moved out and in with the grandmother. At that exact same time Susan’s mother moved into her aunt’s vacated room. She also needed help being cared for.
Not only did she have to live under the same roof as her mother again, but Susan also had to help take care of her. If anyone should not be doing this, it was Susan. It enraged her. It seemed like no one remembered what this woman had put her through. Her mother refused to acknowledge her past actions. Anytime Susan brought it up, her mother’s reaction was “I don’t remember it like that”. Talk about fuel to the rage fire.
On top of her mother’s memory issues, she found religion. It did change her. Susan just couldn’t get over what she had done while they were kids in order to accept her new personality.
Her mother seemed to be trying, though. She was careful of fragrances that might trigger one of Susan’s migraines. She wanted to watch movies at home with her. She even wanted to hug her way too much. But all Susan wanted was an apology are recognition for her role.
Susan wasn’t sure why this was so important to her. Even her father had apologized many times. The devil she was with wouldn’t own his actions and that drove her mad.
Maybe it wasn’t so terrible living with her mother now. How strange that felt to admit. Susan missed her kids so very much. He had broken her phone and disabled her truck so she would be completely separated. It was time to run. Susan didn’t care if she had to walk. A bus was out of the question. He made sure she didn’t have any money.
Leaving her truck wasn’t an option. It was the last thing her grandfather gave to her. Instead, while he slept one of these times, she would figure out how to fix it. She knew how to do most engine work tasks.
The demon underestimated her, yet again. If Susan was one thing, she was a survivor.
