Beth calmed herself down. Then the knock came at the door. She checked to see who was there. It was Giann with something in his hand. Paint.
Two weeks before, she had requested some paint the color of the molding. China White. Carefully, she opened the door as she didn't want her dogs to get out, forcing her to run down the hall after them. She also didn't want to be near the maintenance man. Any more.
"Wonders never cease," Beth said taking the Duncan Donuts plastic cup of paint in her hands.
"I'm on the phone. Thank you," she said.
She couldn't close the door fast enough. He knew something. She had no idea what and frankly, Beth couldn't care less. She was done.
The following day, a friend and she took off for the mountains for the day. She had just arrived when a relative called. She was having IVF. Beth promised to help her out financially.
"I'm asking my Dad for half of this amount. Could you give me the same amount?"
Beth was more than angry. Her lazy, rich, uninvolved father could well afford to pay for everything. Beth was the parent always there to help. She was fed up. It was time for Beth to care for herself. She had spent a lifetime of service, financial and otherwise for her family.
So Beth was giving half. It should have been one third. Or a small portion but her father ended his responsibility with the divorce. None of this was new. She was not about to put her family in the middle. She was going to step back a lot this time.
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