The Sociopath

Date: 11/27/2022

Walking home from the bus after work and T offers me a ride, my youngest daughter's work mentor. My oldest daughter is in his car so I agree. But he drives right past our street and instead of turning around, takes a circuitory route he insists is better, somehow ending at his place, a couple km North, and "just come in for a second and I'll drive you home." Irritated, I follow him and J upstairs. But a second stretches to eternity and he's lying on the floor singing about screws while fixes an electrical plug, and I check on J to see what we should do. She is not feeling well and I am moving from irritated to concerned. I walk back to the kitchen and he has a tray of cinnamon buns he is putting in the oven. "Look!" I say. "We need to get home. I have work to do and I have to start making dinner!" He acts all offended but he's clearly a sociopath and we're out of here "We're walking home," I say, and take J by the had to leave. I feel empowered as he rants angrily while we leave. Outside, my son, B, comes running to join us and I feel badly that I forgot he was there and almost left him behind. First B and I clean T's apartment off our shoes in the river by the bridge and then we start walking. While under the bridge, I overhear B tell some kids that he wants to trans. It is raining We stop at my B-in-law P's apartment and I phone my husband G to see if he can pick us up. It takes several tries because I can't remember his number. One call goes to T and he's still yelling. P is bellowing on about trans culture, vaccines and masks and we must leave to wait for G outside. I feel badly to leave his elderly mother walking her dog in the rain. I ask if she needs help, but she says she's fine and understands we must go I ask B what his trans name is and he says "Vanessa." He is lying in the grass and his sad eyes look so beautiful. Vanessa was his first true love and I feel so sad for him.