Back in the S.V.

Hey guys, it’s me, Sebastian.  I know it’s been awhile since I updated.  But some important things have happened.  Notice I’m growing some stubble.  Don’t worry, it’s for a movie role. 

First and foremost, I’m back home in Sunset Valley.  Only for a little while, anyway, until filming starts on my new movie.  Feels pretty good to be sleeping in my own bed and looking at the sunshine for the first time in millennia.   I mean, Bridgeport is nice and all, but it’s not home.  You know? 

But despite the pretty pictures, all isn’t well in the valley of the sun.  My sister covered the bases here: http://justplumbnuts.blogspot.com/2011/06/scenes-from-marriage-and-family.html

To sum things up here, my dad cheated on my mom.  He had a mistress, and my parents started sleeping in separate beds.  My sister called me at three in the morning the day she found out, and she was crying.  And you have to realize, my sister never cries.  Ever. 

In response, my sister recommended them to the counselor who treated my brother-in-law’s midlife crisis.   The therapist has recommended family counseling for all of us so I’ll have to sit in on some sessions eventually.  I really don’t want to see a therapist, but I love my parents and want them to get back together, so I’ll do what I can to help.

My dad has the worst sweet tooth on earth, I swear.  He eats sweets for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  While I was in Bridgeport I had actually been making improvements in my diet but coming back home was disastrous for it. 

“I wrote a new song,” dad said over the butler’s key lime pie.  “Wanna hear it?”

“Sure,” I shrugged.

“Join in,” he said.

“What to play?”

“Just any note that sounds like it’ll go with the tune.”

So, right when I had dad, I cornered him.  “What’s the deal about the mistress?”  I asked. 

“Started out as a collaboration at work and it went on from there.”

“Who is it?”

“Dena Hart,” he sang.  I’d forgotten that dad had a beautiful singing voice.   When I sing I sound like a croaking frog.

“I’ve ended it though.  I told her I wanted to work on my marriage.”  Why did I get the feeling he was lying?

“I’ve hurt your sister, your mother – and yoooooouuuuu,” he sung again. 

We’re going to family counseling in the morning.  The four of us – me, mom, dad, and my sister. 

We used to be so close and do everything together.  How did we ever let it get this bad?  How did we let this happen?

-- Bassy