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“A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal." Oscar Wilde
I was at the Hawthorne Hotel for two weeks fulfilling my work obligations while dining on exquisite cuisine and lounging in five star accommodations. When I returned home, there were pizza boxes and proof of beer drinking. As a rule I would not care. But Mel was a confirmed alcoholic and would never allow liquor in the house.
I questioned her about this and she said a girl from her work had been over. The coworker she had come with a friend.
The person in question was Lori, who was gay.
But Lori was morally built and would never insert herself in someone else’s relationship. I actually liked Lori. When Mel introduced us, I felt comfortable with her at once. She helped use move into our little house on Chestnut Street.
She had gone to dinner with us a few times and the stories she told of her life and her relationships told me she honored promises. Everything about her was lovely. I could sit and listen to her for hours. She was the consummate New England folklore.
So I was very concerned. I asked Mel why she drank. And she went ballistic spouting off that she should be able to have her own life and do what she wanted?!?
You know that one moment where everything in your life has changed. The moment everything seems to fall through the floor and you are holding on to the very ledges of that floor trying not to fall in? There you have it. Me. AT that moment . More importantly, this was opposed to everything Mel had wanted and expected from me since the day we became lovers.
I was very afraid. I went to my room and cried. And Mel never once came in to console me. I was in a new territory, all my friends were so far away, and of course, Bootsie was nowhere nearby to come a catch my tears as they dropped.
Mel never tried to undo this. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the following week when I went to the pharmacy to pick up my medication, I ran into Lori. She tried to ignore me. I could not believe it. I insisted she speak to me, but she just scurried away. I had a plethora of feelings, one being what the fuck!
Mel said Lori no longer talked to her at work. When I asked others at Mel’s work about Lori, they all agreed on one thing” Lori was odd and just don’t expect anything more from her.” Actually, I didn’t expect anything from her. I hoped we would always be friends. I didn’t know anyone like her. If I hadn’t been with Mel, I am certain I would have been with her eventually.
To this day, I have no idea. Did Mel come on to Lori? Or her friend? That is so not like Mel, but it was so perplexing, I couldn’t imagine what it was. Mel and I were together for 8 years by this time. We had a solid relationship. And Mel wanted to make love more than ever. When we did she would whisper “Please do not do this with anyone else, I couldn’t take it.” “We have been together for so long, I could never love anyone like you.”
We had gone to see Candee during this time. You remember Candee where If you stared at her long enough you felt like salt? She had relocated to Alabama to live with her deceased husband’s brother whom she planned on marrying. Even if he didn’t.
This was after she left her husband, the man who bought her everything. Dolls, toys, clothes, beany babies, crafts. She just could not bleed him dry enough. Then she met a bug bull dyke and left her. She enlisted us to help her move from or to these situations. It was despicable. All those dolls, toys, china, she just had to have piled up in the middle of the house she had to have like so much garbage.
She called me after she left her husband wanting me to approve of her latest fiascos’. She took the gay woman she found for a ride and then dumped her, again, enlisting me in the process. For a long time Candee considered me her “best” friend. False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us when we cross into the shade.
“Dianne I think I am going to go see Michael in New York.”
Oh my GOD I begged her not to do it. Michael was one of her sons. Whenever she moved in with one of her family members, she destroyed their lives. Michael had been clean and sober for 5 years. He was living with the nicest man, working as a legal assistant. He was a beautiful boy and we were all so proud of him.
Candee had gone to Wisconsin to see her son John who was sober and married. Within weeks he was drinking, drugging and his marriage was over. Her daughter Susan was married and living the clean life, but after Candee visited, she was drugging again and had to enter rehab. I begged Candee to not go see Michael, but to no avail.
She went to New York and rented a house on Long Island from Michael’s partner John. She eventually broke up Michael’s relationship with John, because, as she made clear to Mel and me, she was going to be with hand Michael had no claims on the guy. Taking her son's lover. Have they invented a syndrome for this? Oedipus doesn’t quite cut it. Michael started using again and disappeared. He has been struggling ever since. I often wonder has anyone actually trusted Candee and lived to tell about it?
So now Candee was in Alabama with this sweet fella, her dead husband’s brother, who was clueless. When we went to visit, Candee does what she does best, and Mel, who always has to be the poor pathetic victim lets her, stood by and let her use her magic on me. Every family is a dictatorship ruled by its sickest member.
I had woken up with a headache and asked if she had lidocaine for Mel to inject in my neck. Lidocaine is NOT a narcotic; it is a topical pain reliever. Candee is a nurse and knows this, but she used this as her firing point.
“Dianne I need to talk to you” and she went to task about my drugs.
The drugs her sister, Mel, put me on.
Mel just stood there looking as if this were something she needed Candee to do. She considered this love, however, if love were pure, Candee would be dead.
No Mel just loves to be fawned over, even if she didn't agree with the nature of the fawning, no matter, she was taking it. These were the instances that really caused me to re-evaluate my opinion of Mel. She looked like a coward, and acted like one as well. I was humiliated for her. Pathos is very unattractive.
Of course, I found it profoundly funny, for all the above mentioned reasons. And Candee was only manipulating the situation because as of late she needed things, money etc. from Mel. If she played the protective older sister (she was 14 years older than Mel), Mel would feel not only obliged, but happy to do her bidding. And the bidding was going to have an entirely new persuasion, and it wasn’t going to be pretty.
We left Alabama barely speaking to each other. Visiting Candee was no picnic unless your version of a picnic is being the basket. I would never visit Candee again. But I would see her again…unfortunately and she would still be as saccharin sweet and conniving as she was the day Satan laid her in her mother’s arms.
By the way IISTG means If It Seems Too Good to be True