Aunt Sandi - PART 12
In the weeks leading up to Bethany's birthday, Mom had continued her weekend visits with Sandi and me. Each time she had to leave, it seemed like it got just a bit harder for her.
On this particular early Monday morning, Mom woke me gently. It was still dark and Sandi was sleeping soundly next to her. Through tired eyes I picked up my phone and pressed the button to see the time. It read 4:37.
I croaked, "Are you OK?"
Mom scooted her naked body into mine and whispered, "I'm afraid, Danny. So afraid."
The tone of the whisper gave me the impression that she was on the verge of tears, so I whispered back as gently as I could, "Need to talk? Maybe we should go out to the kitchen so we don't wake Sandi."
She didn't answer, but she immediately started moving to get out of bed. In the dark I went and grabbed a couple blankets from the hall closet to wrap up in and joined Mom at the kitchen table.
I said, "Should I turn the light on?"
She hesitantly said, "No, it's better if I say this in the dark. If you're looking at me I don't know if I'll be able to get it out."
"What? This sounds bad."
In the darkness I heard her take a deep breath. Finally, she said, "You know I've loved visiting you and Sandi all these times, right? And I want you to know that..." She paused and sighed again and finally said, "Every time I come here, I feel like I fall deeper in love with you. I'm having trouble dealing with it. I can't stop thinking of you. Even when I'm with your father, I think of you and it makes me feel awful. Never repeat that to him, OK?"
She broke off and gasped for air and started sobbing. In the darkness I found her hand and held it.
I said, "Mom..." I couldn't think of what to say and decided it better to remain silent.
She finally calmed down and said, "I'm not sure what to do. All week at home, I can't think of anything except coming back here. The way you make me feel... It's like nothing I've ever felt. I've debated whether to tell you this, but your father just hasn't been able to do what you do. You know, our special way. He tries, but it just doesn't seem to work. I even try to think of you during but it just won't happen... I'm sure it's me somehow, but whatever it is, it's causing a lot of frustration and I know he suspects something is up. It's driving a wedge between us. And the worst part of this whole sordid mess is this damned commitment ceremony thing that Sandi has cooked up. I... I'm having the most terrible jealous thoughts about it. I know you'll think I'm silly but I wish that somehow it could be me instead of her. I never thought I would have feelings like these Danny. I've been fighting them and fighting them, but it's no use."
She paused and I squeezed her hand tightly and said, "Mom, you have to fight these feelings. I would never want to hurt Dad or screw up your marriage or something like that. It would kill me. And he would probably literally kill me."
She sniffled and said, "I know. I'll figure it out somehow. But now the next thing weighing on my mind is this thing with your sister. What's to stop you from falling in love with her and messing up your relationship with Sandi, and even with me? It's all just too much. I'm really regretting ever agreeing to that, mainly because now I'm probably going to be jealous of my own daughter. It just makes me want to cry and I don't know what to do. Please hold me."
I held her in the darkness and she began to cry. A moment or two later Sandi walked into the kitchen and asked gently, "What's wrong? I heard crying. Why are you guys sitting in the dark? I'm turning a light on."
Sandi clicked the light above the stove on, which was just enough so we could see each other clearly and said, "Dee, what is it? Why are you crying honey?" She knelt down next to Mom and hugged her.
Mom said in a whisper, "If I tell you you'll never forgive me."
Sandi said, "Whatever it is, we'll figure it out, OK? So please just tell me. Please..."
Mom gathered her strength and told Sandi all the things she had just told me. Sandi nodded and held her hand. A couple times, she looked over at me, but I couldn't really tell from her expression what she was thinking or feeling. I knew that I felt terrible. I had done this. All of the pain my mother was feeling was a direct result of my actions, and I didn't know what to do to fix it. Why couldn't I be normal? Why couldn't I just find a girl my own age instead of my aunt? Why had I allowed my lust to take my life down this crazy path? Why did I ever dance with her at that family reunion that I actually hadn't even wanted to go to?
As all of these thoughts swirled around in my mind, Sandi finally spoke. "Well, I have to say that this is quite a mess. Let's all just take a five-minute breather and think all of this through, shall we? I'm going to make a pot of coffee. You both go put on some clothes and then we'll talk everything out." To Mom she said, "You should go wash your face. I know that always makes me feel better." She kissed her softly on the cheek and whispered, "I'm not mad, OK? I love you. There's nothing to forgive."
Mom nodded and headed for the bathroom. I went and got some clothes on and came right back to the kitchen while Mom was still in the bathroom.
Sandi saw me and whispered, "You troublemaker you." She giggled and said louder, "Don't worry, we're going to be OK. This too shall pass."
I said, "I don't know. She's pretty upset. And I can't stop thinking that all of this is my fault. I'm..."
She held her hand up and said, "Stop it. Stop right there. This is not all your fault. Not even close."