A Mother's Wise Words
SS by Mishelle

I walked into my apartment and walked into the bedroom in search of Britney. I found her on the bed reading a magazine.

"Hi. How's your day?"

She looked at me then returned to her magazine. "Fine."

"Do any thing exciting?"

"No." she said flatly.

I stood at the foot of the bed and started to get undressed. "Is something wrong?"

"No Justin why would anything be wrong?"

I shrugged. "You just seem upset."  Lately I had been getting used to her mood swings.

"Yeah well....."

I looked at her then she spoke.

"It's kind of hard to be happy when you're being neglected."

I raised my eyebrows. "By who?"

"You." She hissed.

"How am I neglecting you?"

"You work around the clock." She said never turning her attention away from the magazine. "But I get used to it. Just like you get used to your depressed bitchy burden of a girlfriend."

"What?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"No Brit I don't.  Why would you call yourself a burden?"

"Because you think I am."

I shook my head. "That's bull shit."

"Then why did you say it?"

"I didn't say that!" I protested, She had been snappy ever since our loss but she never had put words in my mouth before.

"Uh huh."

"Britney please don't make me say things that I didn't-"

"Oh but you did."

"I said no such thing."

She finally looked at me from across the room. "Whatever Justin.  Let's drop it.  Go home to your other girlfriend maybe she can give you something I can't."

I stood stunned  "What are you talking about?"

"You should know Justin since you're the one who can't be patient with me since you claim I drive you nuts.  Sooo...I guess your solution is to see someone else."

I glared at her. Now she was pissing me off. "You know what Britney I'm not seeing someone else but you could really drive a man to do so." I spat as I walked into the bathroom and slammed the door.  I knew by getting angry at her wasn't a solution.  I look into the mirror and go back to the conversation I had had with my mother.

"Mom I don't know what to do.  She's snappy, depressed and always upset.  Today she claimed I didn't love her and kicked me out. I don't know what to do no more." I said resting my head in my hands.

My mom rubbed my back. "She knows you love her honey.  She's just unhappy with herself right now and she's taking it out on you.  All you can do is stay calm and not get mad at her."

"But it's so hard."

"I know but she needs you right now.  She's probably claiming you don't love her because you've probably been reacting to her behavior.  But remember that she suffered a terrible loss.  And it's more difficult for a women because that child was apart of her, then all of sudden it was taken away from her."

I nodded. "I know mama but she won't even let me help her."

"I know honey.  But I think that the reason that she's behaving the way she is is because she can't quite understand why what she loved was taken away from her.  You just need to help her."

"How? How when she won't let me."

"When she cries Justin hold her.  When she snaps at you reason with her.  Don't slam any doors and get mad.  It doesn't help honey." She said soothingly. "She does this because she knows you care about her and that it will disturb you."

"What do you suggest I do?"

"Just be there for her honey and understand why she's upset.  Maybe take a vacation together. Maybe take a little time away from work and help her get through this.  That's all I can suggest."

I smiled at her. "Thank mama."



I sigh as I remember my mother's words.  I washed my face and quickly opened the door to the bathroom and walked out into the bedroom and saw Britney packing things in a suitcase.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm leaving."

I stared at her. "Why?"

"Because I'm just causing you pain so what's the point.  I don't want to ruin your life with petty little problems." She said throwing whatever in the bag.  Tears were streaming down her face wildly.  I grabbed her arm and she looked away from me.

"You're not thinking clearly." I said softly.

She grabbed her arm away. "Yes I am."

"Look at what you're putting in the bag."

She looked down to see that she had some of my stuff and hers thrown in the bag. She cried out loud and fell to her knees on the floor.  I looked up at the ceiling and remembered not to lose any patience with her.  I looked down at her. But how could I lose my patience when she's on her knees crying into her hands.

I knelt down beside her. "Brit what is it?"

She only cried harder.  I sat down and leaned on the floor so that I could see her face but she only looked away from me.  I pulled her into my arms and she cried harder.

"Britney please stop crying please." I  whispered as I stroked her hair.

She shook her head. "I can't."

"Yes you can. Baby please you need to talk to me." I said as I lifted her up off the ground and sat her on the large bed.  I stood in between her legs as she leaned her head on my shoulder.

After a few minutes she finally spoke. "Why do you bother with me?"

"Because I love you."

"Why? How could you love someone who is totally unhappy and depressed? How could you love someone who claims you don't love when all you're trying to do is help. How could you love someone like that?" She whispered.

"Britney I love you because I know that you're going through a rough time and that you don't normally snap at every sentence that comes out of my mouth.  Just because you're going through tough times doesn't mean that I don't love you."

She nods and looks up at me and does something she hasn't done in a while.  She leaned up and kissed me softly.  She pulls back and looks at me.

"You can keep going you know." I chuckled.

She leaned again and pressed her lips to mine. As I turned my head to deepen the kiss I could feel my body starting to react to my touch.  I smiled as I felt her tongue enter my mouth.