Crickle Crackle Pop: How I killed & Cloned my Aunt | Chapter 10

I forgot to take my meds, so instead, I washed my hair and started styling it and stuff...

So... Them meds lookin' mighty tasty... AS IN I want my mental health to be better, that is! That means I wanna take my meds, not kill myself!

I don't wanna pop 'em like candy, if I did that, I'd die! Or go crazy! Either one! I don't wanna overdose, I can't take too many!

I'm an idiot... I can't even express myself right... I haven't gone to work in days... Probably got shadow fired... Not gonna show up, Job's already lost... Also, Forgot to take my meds again...

3 weeks later

I fumbled. I called my husband back up.

He's coming tomorrow.

FRACK!!!

The next day

I'm gen z, born in 2005. He's 34. He's gen z by a thread since he was born in 1998 and Generation Z are people born roughly from 1997 to 2012.

I am so #@!$%$# dysfunctional!!!

#@$% me!

Oh, $#%# me!

And I'm in a state where all my effort was put into this hair, and now I don't have the dopamine, thus, not the motivation, to change my clothes into something more fashionable. Yet, with my low levels of dopamine, I let my crazy self call this man back up into my house.

I decided to rest on the couch with him. I honestly hated it. It's awkward. It's weird. It's unique in a terrible way... I needed it, though... he's so comforting to me... Like he's holding me and cuddling me and trying to make me feel better.

I forgive him. I think he's a great guy... For now... I like how he's changed... He's nicer to me than he was before... Probably because I'm mentally ill... But isn't that normal?

I want him to be here with me to help me take my meds. I ask him "Will you be here to help me take my medicine? I don't want a divorce anymore. Tell Bread I'm keeping my baby."

The next day...

In our bedroom, my husband laid on our double bed, supporting his upper body with his arms pushing himself to sit up.

I had my phone in my hand as my husband was encouraging me, telling me "You're making the right decision by our family. Bread'll be okay."

then he's like "Trust me, You're making the right choice by our child, don't worry about Bread."

Bread was named after the Bread of life from the Bible. By that, it's so ironic he cannot spurn life anymore from his loins.

He seemed.... Happy? He asked "You still want the baby? I mean... I'd love to take her, but.... I'm happy you want her! I mean, I was disappointed when you'd reject my offer, but having you actually give her away.... Or him... It was scary. I worried you were off your meds."

I was super excited he took it well, and said "okay!" Then hung up because... What else do I say to that? I then swung around and pounced into bed with my husband!

Am I having a manic episode? Am I hypomanic? I just realized we weren't on very good terms... And I want him back... Am I okay?

The next day in the kitchen of my home...

I was making cupcakes. I kept thinking about our baby. I thought for so long that I let the food burn and the cupcakes caught fire... Then I heard sirens as my husband was yanking me and forcing me away from the stove as the cupcakes burned inside.

I took my meds because after that, my husband said I was banned from not taking them regularly. My baby will be fine. Hope he doesn't die. Or she. I don't know. So...

My husband promised he'd be loyal to me with "I don't think I could cheat on you..."

But at the same time, #$@_& isn't loyal. However, he seems loyal.

Whatever! I just took my mood stabilizers, he's getting my antipsychotics. He carries me to the couch and lays me down and says "Maybe the baby should go to Bread." Excuse me?

"Excuse me, @#$#$?" I asked. • "You're not even able to cook, anymore, without your meds!" He said.

I'm gonna get my tubes tied after birth, he needs to live a little. I'm fine.

He just sighs: "HHHH.... Fine. We're screwed. I impregnated an insane chick."

...

What an +#&_-&_! How dare he?! Fricking @#$# all! Fricking $_@$ his pregnant hormonal wife! "Don't insult me!" I shouted. "I bet you didn't say that to Margaret!" Right after I said that, I took the antipsychotics he handed me. These mess are valuable to me, I can't just not take them...

Kind of Ironic that I value them, In my opinion, with how often I forget to take them.

He says "She's not interested. She wasn't even interested when she found out we were separated."

I had just taken my meds, so they haven't locked in yet, so I was paranoid and was like "What do you mean?" And held up my phone, ready to give my baby to Bread at the drop of a hat.

I'm gonna get the gender soon, so Bread gets a good ultrasound! If this goes south, my kid has two dads!

"Are you @#_#$&;: her?!" I screamed. He replies "We were separated and no, she won't let me!" I was so infuriated!

Why did I do this?! And he told me, "I'm not banging anyone! I was only trying to move on from a dead marriage!" And I was like "With the aunt I was jealous of before we even finalized the divorce in a Christian country?!" My meds are kicking in. I can tell because that sentence made sense to me.

Let me explain why that made sense to me:

I was a woman with bipolar type one disorder. He is my husband legally. Even though we were separated, our culture is Christian, even he was raised in that culture, and this culture makes us feel like we're still married even through separation.

Thus, anyone choosing to date during such is considered to be committing adultery. This would be an even worse problem in Neo-Florida when a couple has broken up over cheating. However, this isn't a normal situation where the separated couple starts seeing other people before the divorce... If that's normal? I don't know, I only saw that behavior in movies and didn't hear of it much in news media.

But it was my aunt; He was trying to hit my aunt back up. This may not make sense to you, but essentially not only would my culture shape me into a state where I'm not receptive to even dating anyone outside of our marriage, but also the situation with my aunt was so hectic that when I found out it was happening through my mom, Rebecca, because he was flirting with her without my knowledge when we'd visit in this flashback and in front of my mom this one time

Aunt Margaret used to babysit me, and I was going absolutely insane over the cheating. I thought my husband was probably still pursuing her after a fling, when he'd flirt with her, even with her rejection, I thought it was because of a relationship they used to have that's no longer there and felt like I was betrayed by a second mother and my love of my life.

I just feel like him going after a second mother figure he stressed me out over before we're even divorced is horrible; Especially when she's the one I was literally about to kill at one point. I hate him so much for this.

"I do not approve of this. We're getting back together. I can't get with someone who still has feelings for my aunt; that will not go away! It's like your obsessed! That's super creepy!" I rant, and he's like "I was honestly in love with her, I think." That was the last straw. I was yelling to the top of my lungs "Am I hallucinating? Go to her house, then!" So, he left my house?!?!?!?!? What the @#@#!?

What's worse is that I called him, not my aunt, because I thought it'd be awkward with her because I had the most animosity with her because I loved him more than her; I was literally fighting her over him in my mind! I was absolutely into him and wanted him to myself! Only when I got on my meds did I realize how crazy that sounded!

I need to keep taking my meds, bruh! this is so stupid! My life is so chaotic!

Meanwhile...

Aunt Margaret's Point of view

I was on my computer in my living room doing some work formatting an email that the mayor hired me to make since I get sent home early due to my inability to go to Gaza. I have a salary, so it's not like I lose money because I have less hours in a day to work. I enjoy the extra free time. I get to go home early because my job is done.

I had slightly remodeled my house by adding this little office corner across the living room from my front door.

This email is to... Fix that, but it's all apart of keeping the deal with God and keeping our men safe. So... Uh.... Yeah... My email is pretty much just pleading to Hamas that nothing crazy is going on and that "You're totally safe. We're not plotting to destroy you or anything. Your city is in no danger by any means."

As I finish my 100 word email because I know these terrorists aren't gonna pour over a long one as They do not care at all about our health like that, I hear a knock on the door. I yell "I'm busy! Please wait outside and uh... Go pick some flowers from my garden or play on your iPhone or somethin'. Government work! International!"

This job makes it difficult to have kids 'cuz the mayor, our boss'll just up and throw work at your lap that if you had kids, you couldn't leave for a minute as the kids may screw it up, since we're dealing with mentally delicate terrorists.

He keeps knocking or whoever. So, I send my email to Bosni, our Gazan lady who's a translator for our company, and tell her to "Translate this to Gazan. Don't know what language they speak, but you do.. Is it like a special form of Arabic or something?"

Bosni texted me that "The reason I knew English is because English is widely taught in schools and many Gazans learn it as a second language. Also, us Gazans speak Arabic, the Palestinian Arabic dialect. Modern Standard Arabic is used formally. Hebrew is also known by some, especially older generations or those who interacted with Israel in the past because Gaza is in territory that used to be I think... Was it Bethlehem in the bible?" using the company app over the computer.

I have it open on my on phone so I just pull out my phone and start texting her back.

I replied in text: "I don't know. I asked GPT and it said that Bethlehem is a city in the West Bank known from biblical accounts; Gaza is a coastal city and region on the Mediterranean. They are both in the broader historical area of Palestine/Levant, but Gaza is not Bethlehem.”

Bosni replied "Oh, okay. I'm stupid. :P" In out texts. Bosni then sent: "I'm only 23." Meanwhile, this rando' was just knocking on my door and it's getting annoying, but not enough for me to do too much about it.

I'm 45, and if you're wondering HOW as my niece is 27, I was married into the family, remember that. I've also been babysitting her since 18 when she was a baby and I met Rodney at 21 when Cathy was 3. He wasn't super close to the family when I met him, but he came to pick Cathy up from my house one time because he was still good with her dad and stuff at the time.

When I opened the door, I saw that it was Cathy's soon-to-be ex-husband. "Hi, what do you want?" I asked. I was not polite. I have no need to be polite. I need to kick his behind.

He starts askin' me "Do you wanna at least try at a relationship?" And I shout "Are you serious? I was at work! Stop hittin' up my door! You do this every week or... Maybe 5 weeks. It's inconsistent. Leave me alone!!!" Then IO slam the door in his face.

I was at work trying to handle Hamas, how is he gonna act like I am... Ugh... He's not allowed to come to my house. "Don't call me unless it's an emergency, leave me alone!" I shout. I don't know why he'd call me, he burned my bridges so much that I'd probably think he was flirting and hang up or somethin'.

I wouldn't even register something was wrong. I gotta warn Cathy about that, so I send her a text telling her that "Your husband came to my house, banged on my door while I was doing work, and ended up interrupting me while I was sending an email to Hamas. Please tell him not to do that. I may not even be able to recognize if you ask him to call me for help or somethin'."

She texts back like a maniac, typing stuff like "#$@# you! Are you ###### my man?! You $%#$@!!!" Then she goes on this long #@# rant about:

"You were in a relationship, I know it! I know you were banging him! I know you like him! I know you were sleeping with him in some way, shape or form! You are gonna die because honestly I'm tired of this! This is so #@#@$# exhausting! You betrayed me! $$$$ you! #### you all!"

Uhhhhhhhh.... I've never dated this man a day in my life. Is she off her meds? Are they working? They seem like they're not working.

She then texts back "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I lost it. I just took my meds, they're not working as fast as I thought they would, I guess." then she blocked me. I was gonna block her, but she beat me to it. The heck? I'm not angry, I'm confused. I'm literally flabbergasted.

I start to become concerned and call the police to do a welfare check on my niece. They tell me they're gonna head over there...

Meanwhile...

Cathy's point of view

I was crashing out, bro. I was thinking I could have this baby with my man and have this happy family. I was ready to give my baby to Bread but I realized I didn't even wanna give up this baby, bro... I'll still see her, or him, though... So it couldn't be that bad to give her to my brother...

I just kinda chill out on my couch because I'm like... So done with all this chaos in my life, rbuh. I like... Do not wanna go through with this marriage, anymore, bruh... I'm literally considering killing my aunt, getting a divorce, and giving my baby to my brother.

There's this stupid knock on my door, bro. I just get up and open it. What the heck are the police doing here?!

To be continued...