Since I truthfully have no idea how much longer this blog has, I am making an effort to wrap up some of the loose ends that I have left dangling over the past year or so. In a lot of cases, the posts are written but for one reason or another I’ve resisted publishing them (most often because they were too painful to rehash so soon). The following is one of those posts. For those of you needing a refresher, the first part of this particular train-wreck can be found here. For those  of you who recall the details, read on…

So after Lola’s fucking atomic meltdown last Saturday, I made peace with the fact that we were done talking for a while. Possibly forever.

Wrong.

Sunday morning, The Fella and I spent a leisurely morning in bed and then out for tea and bagels at the local bookstore.  I had barely walked in my door when my phone rang.

“I’ve decided not to turn my back on you.”

Wow, that’s mighty white of you.

“Okay…”

“DuShawn and I have been talking and –”

“Um, whoa!  Back the train up, sister — you and DuShawn have been talking?”

“Um-hmm.”

“About me?”

“Um-hmm.”

I bit the inside of my mouth.  “And what great insights did the two of you come to?”

“We agreed that you are a good person and that we should give you another chance.”

“Another chance?” I was getting really pissed really quickly.  “Another chance for what?  Another chance to piss you off by doing something you don’t approve of?”

“No.”  I could hear the irritation in her voice.  “I don’t want to discuss this over the phone.  Why don’t you come over here and we’ll talk.”

Against my better judgement, I agreed. 

Here are the highlights of that little tete-a-tete:

Lola: You know there’s nothing wrong with having a guy friend.  Lots of men have them. 
Dirk: He’s my boyfriend, mom.
Lola: Yeah, but you shouldn’t call him that.  He’s a boy and he’s your friend, but he’s not your boyfriend…
Dirk: Um, yeah, he is…

And then there was this exchange:

Lola: What do you do when you’re together?
Dirk: Watch tv, go to the movies, have dinner, take walks…
Lola (face scrunched up in deep contemplation): So things like regular people do?
Dirk: Yeahhhhhhhh…because we ARE regular people.
Lola: Regular people don’t suck dicks and stick them up each others’ ass.

Of course the payoff to the whole afternoon of operatic drama was Lola bursting into tears begging me to forgive her for saying she was done with me and begging me not to shut her out of my life over a “damn man.”

Dirk: You can  quit the “manipulative, brainwashing, evil faggot seducer” shit, mom. At no time has Tristan ever suggested, hinted, or told me that I need to break off ties with my friends and family. He has done nothing but show me total respect and been patient with the fact that I am a fucking career doormat for every goddamn person in my life no matter how shitty they treat me.
Lola: Don’t you talk to me like that, you ungrateful little bastard!
Dirk: Why? Because being a disrespectful, hateful bitch is your exclusive territory? Bullshit.
Lola (sobbing): When I think of every thing I gave up to keep you, every thing I gave you to make up for the way the family treated you and then you shame me and turn your back on me like this… For another man no less! I wish I were dead.

Game, set, and match.

Nothing trumps keeping your married lover’s bastard child and enduring years of scorn, disdain, and repeated predictions of said child’s inevitable fate to both fail as a person and bring shame upon the family only to have them come true at the point in your life when you need that child the most.