Cameron Connors is a young father trying to deal with a mother who likes the idea of children, but otherwise appears not to like her own. Cameron has managed to get his own two young sons away from his mother, but now he needs to rescue Brendan, his younger brother.
As Cameron has learned over the years, his mother can be quite two-faced, and heaven help anyone who crosses Mrs. Rachael Connors. Cameron and his mother are currently in a state of cease-fire, but that could change dramatically based on what Cameron has planned for the next few weeks in order to challenge his parents for custody of Brendan.
Will Cameron succeed in creating a new family of four, or will he lose? The stakes are high, and Cameron stands to lose custody of his own two sons if he is not careful. Follow the saga of Cameron as he struggles to do what he knows he must do, and what is right.
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“Yes, Mom,” I repeated into the phone. “The boys are fine, so don’t worry. And just for the record, they’re both looking forward to having their uncle here for the summer. In fact, they’re quite excited about it.”
I had to get in that dig about Brendan coming to stay with me. I’d tried to be more diplomatic earlier in the conversation, but she kept on and on about my boys. I was losing my patience with her.
My mother was, as usual, being quite self-centered. I suppose it came from having a lot of money throughout her life. She could not understand why she could not have my sons with her more than the one day a week that she’d agreed to just under a year ago, and even more upset that the normal once a week visit schedule would be adjusted during the summer.
I heard her whiny voice over the phone. “Well, maybe if you hadn’t told the boys that your brother was coming, they’d want to spend more time with me.”
I was really struggling to keep my anger under control, and it was not easy. I was quite upset by the fact that my parents, especially my mother, made no secret of their antipathy towards Brendan, my younger brother.
After I moved out of their house with my own sons the previous August, they sent my brother off to a boarding school in eastern Canada. I was shocked at the time, but I’d just had my own battle with them to take my sons and move out on my own, and so I’d had little to fight them with.
Struggling to keep my voice even, I replied, “Well, Mother, Brendan is arriving tomorrow, so I figured that I should tell them.”
I paused. “That is, if you are still okay for them to spend the day with you tomorrow while I drive out up to the airport in Vancouver to pick him up. As you know, I normally tell them where I’ll be when I drop them off at your place.”
I knew she’d stop, at least for now. She’d have her precious little boys for another day.
“Of course, Cameron. You know I just love to have them here.”
I thought about how she could be so two-faced, a real bitch one minute and a charming lady the next minute. Heaven help anyone who crossed Mrs. Rachael Connors, I thought.
With what I planned to do over the next few weeks, a real battle could start between us, depending on her reactions.
However, at least she and I were in a state of cease-fire, for the moment. I doubted we’d ever achieve real peace between us.
“Okay, then, Mom. I’ll drop them off around nine tomorrow morning.”
Now her voice was all sweetness. “That’s just fine, dear. I’ll see you all in the morning.”
“Okay. Good bye, Mom.” I hung up the phone.
I sat for a moment, making sure I was calm before I went to see what my boys were doing. Some times my mother made me so mad, and I knew that I had to keep my sons from seeing too much of that. I was sure they’d seen and heard a bit over the years, but there was no need to make it any worse than it was.
After a moment of sitting, I decided that I needed a break, and I didn’t feel like making lunch. I headed into the family room, and found my boys sitting on their matching chairs playing their game system.
