Page 138 of Three Not-So-Little Words
“Aren’t you?”
“Mom, I feel like I’m missing a big part of the puzzle here. Michelle says a lot of things. Why are you so concerned about this? What am I missing?”
“Out of all of you girls, Michelle has always believed in love more than anything. She always had dreams, but what she wanted more than anything was to settle down with someone who treated her right–her soulmate. But over the years, she’s dated asshole after asshole, and it’s made her not even believe in the idea of love.”
I get what she means. Michelle has always wanted a happily ever after, and she deserves it. But I could understand why she would quit believing after all of the shit that she’s endured.
“I can see where you’re coming from, but what do you want to do about it, Mom?”
“Maybe you could talk to her.”
“Ha!” I cry. “Why the hell would she listen to me about love? What the fuck do I know about it?”
“You found it with Drew, right?”
“I don’t know that I would call itlove.”
She rolls her eyes. “Sometimes, you are so clueless, Veronica.”
I groan. “Aren’t we supposed to be talking about Michelle?”
“Yes, but don’t think we aren’t going to circle back around to you.”
Can’t wait.
She continues. “I just thought maybe you could talk to her because you were so anti-love and relationship for so long, but now, you’re happy. You found someone that fits your quirks, and I think Michelle can find that too. But she can’t just give up on the whole idea of love.”
“Mom, maybe it’s a good thing.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Because she probably needs to stop looking so hard. Maybe if she did, a great guy would find her instead of the other way around. She needs to stop putting so much pressure on it and just let something happen organically. Look at Liz and Dylan. They both found people when they weren’t looking–and I guess I did too.” I mumble the last words as not to give her the impression that she’s right.
“I just worry about all of you.”
“I know. But you’ve always been good at standing back and letting us make our own mistakes. I think you need to do that with Michelle too.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
Before we can go any further, my front door swings open again, and Dylan comes running in.
“Damn, is this Grand Central Station today?” I ask.
“Ronnie, why the fuck are you not answering your phone?” He practically yells.
“Oh, sorry, I think it’s on the charger in the other room.”
“You need to come now.”
“What? Why?”
“Drew has been in a car accident. He’s in the hospital.”
My stomach drops. “What? How bad?”
“I don’t know. I just know he was in an accident. Come on. I’ll drive.”
Not again. I can’t do this again. What if he dies? What if he leaves me all alone just like Aaron did?
