![]() I agreed I would have to work on this, but I did not know how. I seemed to remember everything important to me fairly well. My problem remembering often occurred when it was something I had to do for someone else, or an unwilling appointment I had to be at. Unable to speak anymore for fear of completely flying off the handle, Sarah stormed out of the room and I walked back to my room feeling guilty for forgetting something so important. I could only answer with, “I said I’m very sorry, Sarah, I’ll try not to let it happen again.” Sarah angrily responded, “You always say that you forgot, but if it’s something important to you, you seem to have no trouble with forgetting! I don’t know what more I can do to get you to remember! You’re 19 years old, don’t you think it’s time you started taking responsibility for remembering things? Now my weekend is shot! I have nowhere to put all that stuff and I’ll have to go into the office now to finish this project a place I had hoped to avoid this weekend!” I didn’t do it on purpose I just tend to forget things a lot.” I answered in a low, remorseful voice, “Again, I’m very sorry. I’m very sorry about this.”Īt this point, Sarah’s face turned from neutral to angry and she began yelling, “I told you it was very important that the stuff down there get cleaned out! I needed that area this weekend and I have nowhere to put everything that I’m working on now! I specifically told you not to forget and you did it anyway! Why are you always doing this to me?” I got involved doing other things and I just completely forgot about it. I looked at the ground like a child who realizes the jig is up and replied, “I’m very sorry Sarah, but I completely forgot. You did remember to clean the junk out of the basement, right?” was the first thing Sarah asked when she walked in the door. “Hey, Lance, I see the trash already came. I also realized it was entirely my fault. A wave of guilt and fear swept over me as I realized I had not done as she asked, and after she specifically told me it was very important I knew this was not going to bode well. However, as Sarah’s car pulled into the driveway that evening, I realized I made a major mistake. ![]() I just had a hard time remembering things, even important things I had to do at times, especially if I encountered outside distractions. This was a common problem with me, I was extremely forgetful, but not intentionally so. As afternoon rolled by I had completely forgotten about cleaning out the basement, as I was busy with everything else. That was about to change again.Īfter Sarah departed, I continued to study and work on various other things I had to finish. Over the years an uneasy truce grew between them and aside from the occasional spat that had both of them walking out of the room to keep from killing each other, things were going fairly well. I refused to acknowledge her authority over me because she was not my mother and I felt she was trying to run my life. When I first met her I thought she was a great person to be around, but after she married my father, she changed, and the two of them often had conflicts, including a couple knockdown drag-out fights that ended in both parties cussing each other out. Sarah was a fairly attractive woman in her mid-40s, medium height, with blue eyes, medium-length blonde hair, a large bust-line, glasses, and maybe a few extra pounds around the hips. My parents divorced when I was 14 and my Dad had remarried Sarah a few years later. Sarah replied, “Alright, but don’t forget, it’s very important that I have the space I need to work this weekend.” Sarah then walked out the door. I responded, “I’ll take care of it later, I need to finish this right now.” ![]() I need to use the space down there for a project this weekend.” While studying, I heard my stepmother, Sarah call for me, “Lance, please remember to clean out the junk from downstairs before the trash comes this afternoon. I had just turned 19 and was taking Math, Science, and General Studies, but always aspired to become an engineer. I was busy studying for an exam for entry to program in environmental engineering after community college. It was a hot summer day in the end of June. I’ve changed it as little as I could to fit my situation - and it’s like the author is lecturing me personally on my stepmother’s behalf for being so inconsiderate and difficult to deal with. So it’s sort of ‘this is what should have happened’. ![]() (I found it several years later.) It’s about a stepmother, something that’s been much on my mind lately, and relates very well to my situation back then. What can I say about this story? It was written in 2005 by ‘someone else’ who I haven’t seen other stories by.
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