Thrown under the bus..

Have you ever been thrown under the bus? Not literally of course. By no other than the people who "love you"? Well I have. Monday, Mireya was home. Doing her usual cooking and cleaning. Followed by some cleaning after the last cleaning. I'm getting ready to hop in the shower when she tells me that Fonz is on his way over to drop the kids off cause the "obliteraters" have a softball game to play. I laugh at the name sometimes because when I ask him who won he says "they did"...MAYBE, they should change their name to the "obliteratED".


Anyway..as my mother waits for fonz and is done cleaning the kitchen area which to her should be spotless I might add at all times. Even while you are cooking. She goes and takes a look at the living room before the kids get there and make a mess. I don't know where she was looking exactly. I was in my room getting my stuff ready before I jumped in the shower. I heard her yelling towards my father "WHO left a stain on my sofa!! And didn't clean it up?" At this point she's cursing out the world and probably regretting telling Fonz that she would babysit for him.

My father comes out of the room and checks out the sofa. I'm in my room (jhens room) making a face while shaking my hands saying damn!!! Fonz is gonna hear it when he gets upstairs!!..what did I know? My father ends up telling her "yo no se quien fue. Lo que yo se, es que junior y yennifer son los unicos (he said LOS UNICOS!) Que comen ensima de los muebles" ....seriously? What a bitch ass snitch!


First of all, he couldn't just say the living room. No. He had to specify and say the furniture. I don't even think he even considered trying to save any of us. For all I know, he was mostly concerned about his own life. Me. Im not gonna lie, I was scared like a lil biOtch. After I heard him put the blame on me, I ran in the bathroom. I'm not ashamed of it. Now I'm not gonna lie. I, too, have thrown someone under the bus. But none of you really know the wrath that is Mireya. When she yells or screams, it makes the hairs on my arms stand up. Puts a ringing in my ears and she can be 50 feet away from you.


I remember watching TV in her room...while eating dinner on her bed. You're all probably saying no wonder my father blamed me. Ok so what, he may have a point but protect me damn it. Mireya won't kill him and he knows it probably because he has no life insurance with the colonial Penn yet. I ended up spilling a little bit of juice on the carpet, on her side of the bed. I still had a full plate of food in my hands. Do you really think I was gonna get up? What if I did? What if I went to get paper towels? She would've questioned me. Why? Cause she's ALWAYS in the damn kitchen! Then she would've followed me back into the room to see what I was up to. I didn't want all that pressure. Cause then she would've kicked me out and I would've had to sit at the table and feel like I was on time out. So..I left it there. I continued eating.

With every bite, the shaking of my hands and the fork clinking against my teeth as I took food in. I was scared. I was scared that any moment now mireya will walk through that door and step on the spill. I began to sweat. Not on my face but my pits. The damn sweat was running down my arm cause it knew something bad was coming. Mireya. She came in and began to pack shit in her closet. Taking stuff out of one luggage and putting it in another. The room was fully lit cause I had the ceiling light on. Before she stepped out she goes to me while shutting the light off, "hijito porque no prendes la lampara?" She didn't even give me a chance to answer to say no its ok! She was already on her way over to me to turn the freakin lamp on when her foot hit the wet spot. When it did she went "HUH?" I'm crying inside at this point. And there's a monsoon coming down my arms.

She goes back to the ceiling light and asks me why did she feel something wet. I said wet? Really? Where? (Shaking)..Aqui! Aqui! While stepping on it with her crusts. How she felt it with all that stuff down there, I have no idea. She asked me if trippy was in here. I wanted to say yes! But I couldn't. He would've gotten a beat down. And I didn't want jhen to one day find out that I blamed trippy and got hit for nothing. I did the next best thing. The only thing that came out of my mouth ..."creo yo, que fueron unos de los muchachos" I HAD TO! I couldn't blame fonz cause he wasn't there yet. My father wasn't in the room so I was stuck. I didn't think she was gonna go bananas on them but she did. I could hear her questioning the kids asking them who was the one that spilled juice in the room. I could hear Damian shouting out "what!? It wasn't me! " and then the girls followed. I quickly got up to put my plate and my glass in the kitchen sink. When mireya comes in and says under her breath "los voy a matar"....as I walk back to the room with my head down I whisper "I'm sorry guys. I love you."