3.7 Weird day Pt. 1

Late afternoon, I was in Mama’s chill space on the computer since Less had basically setup shop in our office upstairs. She’s always changing her passwords, reading news stories about home invasions, and listening to true crime podcasts. Honestly? I think it’s those podcasts messing her up because the girl is straight up paranoid. Anyway…back to my weird day. We received some unexpected guests. They were some of Mama’s friends and needed to stay with us for a few days. We didn’t have any spare bedrooms, so where in the world were they sleeping?

My mind did many somersaults trying to figure out what in the world happened. The husband was very distraught, but the wife seemed okay. More like she pretended to be okay until she was out of sight. I heard her talking to our plants on the other side of the wall. Too bad I couldn’t make out what she said. He completely lost it once he closed Mama’s bedroom door. It was soooo awkward. I probably should have taken the laptop to my room to let him have that moment privately, but it was like watching a fight break out in school; I couldn’t tear myself away.

Did someone die? I know sims can get really distraught over that, but I can’t imagine anyone leaving their home for someone else to take care of them. Maybe something happened at their house. That made the most sense. Still, I hoped I was wrong. I didn’t know what it felt like to be displaced completely like that, but I knew how disorienting it could be living somewhere else. I felt like that a lot as a kid, going back and forth between my parents’ homes. When my parents separated, I had only just aged up, but Mama’s house was all I knew. Dad’s house was foreign, and I didn’t like it. I went from having a huge room to myself to sharing a tiny room with my sister. I didn’t know what was happening, and I was upset and scared. When we could finally spend weekends with Mama, going back home was so refreshing. By the time the world made sense again, it was time to leave. That experience was so jarring. It got a little easier as we got older, but, to be honest, Dad’s house still doesn’t feel like home.

Shortly after their arrival, and subsequent breakdowns, Mama found me. She smiled just like always, and I couldn’t tell if she was masking something or if she was being cool about things.

“Hey, buddy. I don’t know if you overheard that, but Lucy and Duane are gonna stay here for a few days. I’m gonna put them in my room, and I’ll bunk with Alessia. So maybe… I don’t know what’s going on, but maybe we should give them some privacy?”

Ugh! She didn’t know anything, either. I banked on her nosiness to get the scoop, eventually.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll try not to hang out in here. But, Mama…” I lowered my voice. “He’s in there crying!”

“I know, bud. I’ll try to find out what’s going on, but for right now, I think we all need to make ourselves scarce.”

I nodded and went to my room, but Duane’s wails followed me. There was no way I’d be able to chill with all that going on, so I went to ask Less if she wanted to go somewhere, but she was asleep. I called Maira, hoping she’d be keen on an early evening outing. Luckily for me, she worked early hours, so not only was she down to hang, but also she was available immediately. I didn’t have a clue where to go, as it was a very spur-of-the-moment decision. She suggested the romance festival, and I swore she could see my eyes narrowing because she immediately began selling the festival to me. Even though the dominant theme is love, there was more to do than flirt with random strangers. There was an art expo, a garden, and of course there’d be food and music. She was good because this thing sounded like something I wanted to experience. I agreed to meet her there. To clarify, I’m not against romance; I want it for myself one day. But attending that festival with her…well, it seemed counterintuitive for how I tried to conduct my life. How could I stay focused on learning what she’s about while simultaneously trying to feel her up because I’m high on some spiked tea? But she was confident none of that had to happen and we’d still have fun, so I went.

To be continued…