It was right then that I realized that she wasn't at all upset about the whole pregnancy thing. She was upset about something deeper. I looked at her red swollen face outlined in tears.
In all of the years of sibling rivalry, friendship, and movie fun fests, I had never been able to offer her empathy. For the first time in my life, I truly understood her. Mallory was painfully, madly in love. I could understand that she didn't really want to talk about the baby's father, but somewhere inside I knew that he had broken her heart.
I know that it might seem selfish to relate this whole situation to my feelings for Jeff, but for the first time in my life, I can understand the 'stuck' feeling that you can have for another person. You don't want to love them, care about them, or even need them,but you can't help how you feel, no matter how hard you try.
Mallory isn't one of those movie of the week girls who gets abandoned and pregnant. She will survive on her own and thrive as a single mother. She is an amazing woman. I know that she is afraid that she will turn out like Frank and Lucy: driven and misguided.
I am going to try to be there for her. I am going to let her know that she is going to give her child so much more than Frank and Lucy ever gave us. Most of all, I am going to let her know that I love her, because it is something that I don't say enough to her. Boys will come and go, but Mallory will always be my sister.
As for Daphne, I think there's a very distinct possibilty that we are going to become good friends. If there's anything that I need more of, it's friends.
I am eating Ho Ho's and listening to mid 90's pop/rock and feeling sorry for myself. Life is Life and life is crappy/wonderful.