Memoir of a runaway girl - A true story!
Remo came to my rescue and explained that she was welcoming me to the family but at the same time, she was angry with me for taking her grandson away and marrying him the way I did. I have no idea why I was given the sole blame by her.
We settled into his family’s home, he got a job at another restaurant and I got one at a curtain sewing factory. Things seemed to going ok, at least in my mind they were.
Now to understand what I went through living there, he had one older brother and three sisters. The Sunday ritual in their home was to be up at 6 am and do the entire house cleaning and begin cooking for the Sunday family meal. Something I was not accustomed to, since my own family did not operate this way.
After working 8 hours a day all week, Sunday was my rest day. Not according to his older sister, she came in our room and told me to get up and get to work.
I said “It is Sunday morning and 6 am, are you nuts, I will help after I get up, now get out of our room.”
She grew angry and pulled on my arm ordering me to get up and help immediately. I pushed her away with some force, and that was it, game over. The two of us were wrestling in the bed. Remo woke up to us landing on him. His mother came running into the room and broke us apart. Remo was upset with me over this ordeal, saying since we are staying in their home, I should do what they wanted.
I turned to Remo, and said, “I agree with you dear, but at 6 am in the morning, come on, that is asinine. I am more than willing to help, and I do help, but at 6 am?”
That turned into a fight between us and it got ugly. We were yelling at each other over this ridiculous situation. I was not trying to be disrespectful, but come on now, washing floors on my day off at 6 am on a Sunday?
His mother came over and said to me in her broken English, “You know, I married twenty five years; never I raise my voice to my husband or disrespect him like you do to Remo. You need to leave my house, you no more welcome here”.
My mouth dropped open, Remo sat there and said nothing and his sisters were all staring me down, waiting for me to pack and leave. So that was what I did.
I called my parents and told them that until Remo and I found a place of our own but it wouldn't be ready for at least a month and it wasn't going to work out for me to stay in their home until we could move. It was a small white lie but had no other choice. Amazingly after some degree of begging, they agreed to this.
Again, I got on a bus and headed back to Lethbridge.
During this time, I decided to go to the church I attended through my younger years and spoke with the minister about my issues. It was becoming quite clear where my husband’s loyalties stood, with his mother instead of his wife.
I stayed with my mom and dad for about a month. Remo called and said he signed a lease on an apartment and that I could come back. Well this was a small dilemma for me, as I began to think that I was with the wrong man. I wanted one who would protect, stand up and die for me. Remo clearly was not this man. But what else could I do?
As I had been told over and over again throughout my life, you made your bed, now lay in it. I headed back to Edmonton and moved into the new apartment. It was a one bedroom in a small six level building. It was a small apartment but it was doable. I could not really complain since it was away from everyone who seemed to hate me so much.
So we got the new apartment furnished as best we could, no bedroom furniture, but we had a pull out couch we slept on in the living room.
After a couple months I ran into someone who I had stayed with when I lived in the hostel. Her name was Francesca and she was doing well for herself and we started hanging out with each other. She worked full time and had a boyfriend who she talked about wanting to marry.
One night I asked Remo if she could come over for a couple drinks. He didn't seem to mind.
Fran was a very pretty woman, a nice figure and long wavy blonde hair. I admit I was jealous of the way she looked.
She came over and we had a few drinks, admittedly, we did get kind of drunk and she was too intoxicated to drive home. So we said she could stay at our place until morning.
This was a huge mistake.
We pulled the couch open and Fran tried to sleep in the rocking chair. After a while she complained about how uncomfortable she was so I told her to come over and sleep in the bed then, not really thinking what a mistake this woud become.
I was too drunk to keep my eyes open. Nonetheless, as I lied on the pull out bed, but my mind was still wide awake started hearing strange noises and I tried to shrug them off thinking it was my imagination, I was drunk after all.
Suddenly I heard something else and this was enough to jolt me back to reality. I sat up, looked over at Remo and Fran. They were kissing and he had his hands down her pants.
Well that was all it took, I jumped up and started yelling at them both. I grabbed Fran and dragged her by her hair away from my husband.
Chapter 3 - Part 4 continues tomorrow.
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https://steemit.com/writing/@feline1991/a-steemit-original-a-lifetime-of-seeking-happiness-part-1