My mom’s smile was tight. “Not the response you were expecting?” she asked me, moving the pile of clothes off to the side and folding her hands in her lap.
“Well, no. I was expecting something a bit more…explosive,” I admitted, eyeing her warily. Who was this woman and what had she done with my mother?
My mom patted the bed beside her and I quickly joined her. She brushed my bangs out of my face and rubbed my cheek. She seemed sad and tired and just like my dad several weeks ago, she appeared resigned.
“What would be the point of yelling and telling you not to go? Would you stay home? Would you forget about Clay?” she inquired, taking my hands and holding them lightly in hers.
I shook my head. “No. I wouldn’t,” I answered her honestly. My mom’s eyes began to glisten dangerously. I knew tears were imminent. I hated it when my mother cried. I felt helpless and guilty.
“I don’t want to lose all that we’ve worked so hard to rebuild between us. Your father and I love you. Before, with Clay, we were so scared for you. We knew what you had with him could only end in a broken heart. And I hate it that we were right.” I found it hard to breathe and my mom wrapped her arm around my shoulders.
“I know that if your dad and I had been more open minded. If we had listened instead of judging, things could have turned out very differently. But we were so terrified that our baby girl would get hurt that we went into shut down. You resented us. We were so angry. That was a horrible place to be.” She laid her cheek on the top of my head and I felt myself relax against her.
“You’re not the only one that can change, Maggie May. Even us old folks can learn a lesson or two. And the main one we’ve learned is we have to trust you to live your life. You’re going to make your own choices and I just hope that you know you can talk to us. About anything.” She pulled me up by my shoulders so that I was looking at her again.
“And I’m still scared for you, baby girl. Because I’m not sure how much has really changed for Clayton. I know he’s getting help now and that maybe he’s heading in the right direction. But it has been a very short period of time. You can’t expect miracles overnight. And given his struggles, I wouldn’t set yourself up for another round of disappointment and misery. If you’re really set on doing this with Clay again, then just make sure you remember the lessons you’ve learned.” Her advice was sound and I could only listen.
Before, I would have gotten defensive. Become angry at her insinuations. But after the events of last year, I could only take in her words and heed them. What else could I do? Denial hadn’t worked so well for me in the past.
“I will, Mom. I promise.” She kissed my cheek and got to her feet.
“What time will he be picking you up?” she asked. I looked at the clock on my bedside table and realized how late it was.
“He’s supposed to be here in an hour.” My mom made a clucking noise with her tongue.
“Your dad and I were heading out to dinner. But maybe we’ll wait until after the two of you leave.” I could tell my mom was extremely uncomfortable with the idea of me going out with Clay. But I also felt such an amazing love for my parents that they were being so reasonable about it.
“No, you guys go on. But I think maybe, I should bring Clay over. So you can spend some time together, get to know each other properly. I know there wasn’t much of a chance of that the last time.” My mom nodded.
“I’d like that. Well, if you’re okay with us leaving. We should get going. But be home by midnight and not a minute later.” I smiled, feeling us slip back into the more comfortable role of mother and daughter.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said. My mom tried to hide her grin as she pointed her finger at me.
“Not a minute later,” she warned again and I gave her a salute.
I sagged down onto my bed. Had that really happened? I was again reminded how truly lucky I was and how I swore to myself I wouldn’t let them down again. How easy it was to say that now. But deep down, I was all too aware of how a beautiful pair of brown eyes and messy dark hair could ruin everything.
***
By the time seven rolled around, I was a pacing, palm sweating, hair pulling mess. I had practically worn a hole in the carpet from my endless walking. You’d think I had never been out with a guy before. It was sort of ludicrous the way I was fretting about a dinner and a movie.
But I knew so much hinged on this evening. This would decide for me whether Clay and I were capable of a relationship not defined by his mental illness. When we were together before, I was swept up in the tumultuous emotions that he was living in. It was easy to get lost in the ups and downs, the sideways and back ways and all the other ways in between.
I had spent so much time thinking of ways to save him that everything else took a back seat. But here we were, months later, and I wasn’t sure what we were left with. How did we create a new relationship built on something other than his mood swings?
Was it masochistic of me to almost miss the turmoil? Because I knew, even in the middle of our crazy dysfunction, that he needed me. That he loved me. That I was all he wanted. Now, I wasn’t so sure. Were we fooling ourselves into thinking anything was left to build from?
Sure, the attraction was still there. But I worried that the depth of love we felt for one another was merely a symptom of the crisis we had found ourselves in.
And would I ever be able to look at him as just a boy? And not someone I had to watch like a hawk just to make sure he was taking his medicine? Would we ever be able to have the easy, relaxed way of being together that other couples have?
I would watch Rachel and Daniel and long for what they had deep in my bones. A love that was unquestionable and unwavering.
I just needed to give us time. Time to navigate through the unchartered waters we now found ourselves in. And I had to remember that nothing with Clayton Reed would ever be simple. I just had to decide if I was okay with that.
I was so deep in my thoughts that I barely registered the sound of the doorbell. It was only when a loud knock sounded on the door that I snapped out of it. There would be enough time later for over analyzation. Tonight was about Clay and me rediscovering everything we loved about one another.
"Um...wow. Thanks," I said in absolute and utter amazement. Clay stood at my doorstep wearing dark jeans, a pressed blue collared shirt, black wool coat and holding the largest bouquet of roses I had ever seen. It was obvious he had checked all of the required boxes on this "date". Down to his perfectly slicked back hair and over eager expression.