You know what?
If this whole situation weren’t so fucked up, it’d be pretty damn entertaining.
Okay, actually… It’s entertaining no matter what.
And I’m just sitting here day after day, watching it all happen.
Colette’s been here almost two months already. And you’d think things would be better by now, but… They’re not. At all.
Her Papa’s been commuting into the city a few times a week to see her, and her Mama takes the train in from Champs Les Sims almost every weekend. And I mean, it makes sense. Their kid’s pregnant. They wanna be there to help her through it.
But when all of us are under the same roof… Talk about a shit show.
It’s always the same.
My grandparents and Jonas try WAY too hard to keep the conversation going and pretend there’s nothing wrong.
Colette’s bitch of a Mutter just stares at Tobi like she wants to kill him, and mutters under her breath to herself in French.
Mama doesn’t say anything. To anyone. She looks down at her plate the whole time.
Colette’s Papa acts pretty normal, I guess. But he keeps trying and trying to get Mama to look at him… But she never does.
Meanwhile Tobi and Colette just hold hands under the table, and don’t talk to anyone but each other.
And I just sit there (usually at the counter… This stupid rental house is WAY too cramped) trying really hard not to laugh at how completely screwed up this “family” is.
Okay, that makes me sound like such a dick.
But seriously, I can’t help but feel really bad for Tobi and Colette. I mean, they’re stuck in the middle of this whole mess… Even though the real problem seems to be our parents, not them.
We’ve been talking about that a lot. Trying to figure out what their issue is.
I mean, the issue with Colette’s Mama is pretty obvious – she’s a bitch. (Oh wait, I’m not supposed to say that, am I? Tobi keeps having to remind me…)
It’s Mama and Mr. Katz that are the mystery. I mean, Mama told us they used to “know” each other…
But I think maybe they used to… KNOW each other… If you get what I’m saying.
And Tobi and Colette think so too.
I mean, it’s the only thing that makes sense. But obviously something must have gone really wrong between them. I mean, Mama and Humberto used to be, y’know… a “thing”. But they’re so nice to each other, and talk all the time.
They’re nothing like this.
It’s hard not to wonder what the story is… But it’s not like any of us dare asking. It’s awkward enough to think that they used to be together!
It’s been making me think a lot though.
About our real Papa, and how things between him and Mama might have ended. I mean, I’ve always known it had to be BAD for her to be so afraid to talk about him, y’know? And… That might be why I’ve kinda stopped asking.
I don’t wanna make her upset.
And I definitely don’t wanna find out that my Papa could be… I dunno. Someone… bad or something.
But with everything going on around here lately… I kinda can’t stop thinking about it.
I feel like maybe it’s finally time to suck it up and just ask.
I, uh… think I might not do it til after all these babies are born though. I mean, Mama’s temper’s scary enough without the baby making her extra-psycho…