Please imagine for yourself the music of impending doom. Can you hear it? I have started to. In addition to trying to get settled in and sorted through everything, somewhere in the back of my mind I've known that Pedro is coming back to my parents' house at the end of summer. I've tried not to contemplate it too much as it tends to worry me (and at least some of the rest of us) more than is healthy. I mean, at this point, what can we do? The commitment has been made. But tonight my mom opened with this conversation starter: "Kerry, when Pedro moves back, you need to make sure not to leave your purse sitting around in the open. His house dad told us that he tends to take things he thinks he is owed. And don't let him listen to your iPod. His music needs to be censored."
She listed a few other things about which I should be cautious. Now, I don't want to sound too unforgiving or hateful, but I just need to say that I'm not sure I want him to return here. I don't like the idea of the home in which I grew up, the home that has felt like the most loving, safest place in my life, suddenly returned to the land of suspicion and tension. I really hate how quiet my mom becomes, how irritable my dad acts, how secretive Cely is, when Pedro is around. And of course there is the exorbitant increase in KC and my anxiety levels when he's near.
If anyone has wise words on how to be in a family with someone you don't particularly trust, you're not sure you like, but you do care about on some level, please let me know.
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