Post by cam83 on Sept 25, 2003 13:32:53 GMT -5
The weeks began to go by, and Karen was so bored. She had an awful dilemma deciding whether or not she should lose weight or gain weight. Yet she also was feeling so enclosed in her parents home, and she wanted to be on her own again. She was very tired of being treated like a child again.
So she began to gain the lost weight of 21 pounds. It was extremely hard, but she wanted to leave and go back to her condo. She was getting tired of just sitting idly by. So she began to increase her food intake, and by April 17 she weighed 110 pounds.
She declared to her family that she was moving out, and going back to her Century City Condo. It wasn't easy. Karen stood firm though. She could be just as determined as her mother.
They had just finished the evening meal, which consisted of corn, a steak, and scalloped potatoes. It had been hard to consume, but Karen knew that this performance was needed to get out of here. They had all been discussing the idea of getting back into the recording studio, and completing their next album.
"Finally, the both of you will be able to resume your career, after all this time," Agnes said as she looked straight at Karen.
Karen knew that what her mother meant was that, if you hadn't got sick, none of this would have happened, and you'd be touring and singing as usual.
"I talked to the guys at the studio, and they are quite excited. Some new songs were delivered to us, so I am going to pick up the demos, and take a listen to them," said Richard.
"I can't wait. It will be lots of fun. I have some ideas that maybe could help Rich. What do you think? When I was in New York, I had such a lot of fun learning new stuff. Phil and the other musicians were just awesome. They really thought that I had a lot of talent," said Karen very eagerly.
"You just leave the recording stuff to Richard, Karen. That has always worked well in the past, hasn't it? You just sing, and leave the rest to him. I don't want you to get all stressed out, and you are not going to lose all that weight again. I won't allow it! You'll come home when you are through recording, understood?" said a brusque Agnes, leaving no room for argument.
"I have made up my mind Mom, but I am leaving for my own place tonight. I need to get back home. I am a grown woman. I am 33," said a bolder Karen, not willing to budge an inch. Even Agnes could see this. Her daughter could be just as stubborn, and that made her even more madder. Some people!
"Why I can't believe that my daughter would talk to me like that! In my own house. Well I never! Here I help you, and you just throw it back into my face. I can't believe it. Harold, can you believe what we are hearing?" asked a miffed Agnes to her husband. Her husband didn't say anything. He just looked helplessly on between Karen and Agnes.
"I am very thankful, but I need to begin my own life. That's why I bought my own place. I need my own privacy and space. I wish you would all understand and accept my decision. That's all I am asking for. I need to continue on with my life, as I have a lot of living left to do. There's so much that I want to do," explained Karen.
There was no response as her Mom got up and left the dining room to the kitchen. So her Mom was going to ignore her now. Well she didn't want to fight. She got up and went upstairs and began to pack some of her belongings.
She had gotten Richard to bring some of her clothes out from his room, which had the huge walk in closet. She still hadn't been ready to enter in there, especially since the last time she had been in there, she had collapsed. It wasn't because she was superstitious, just nervous. So she tried her best to ignore it. The door remained closed at all times.
She walked downstairs with her belongings. Richard and her Dad were in the living room, talking. They looked up and saw her. They had heard everything, but hadn't said anything to Agnes
"So you are going Karen?" her Dad asked. Karen nodded. "Well take care. We'll hear from you I suppose. Your Mom will get over it. Don't you worry!" her Dad said in a comforting voice. Karen had always been quite close to her Dad, and more distant between her mother and herself. She hugged her Dad and Rich. Richard said, "I'll stop by later and see you, okay?"
Karen nodded and went to the kitchen where Agnes was putting away the dishes. She would not look at Karen, or even respond to Karen's reaching out. "I'll stop by often. Don't worry about me. I am fine. You can even come by and visit me. I really appreciate what you've done for me, really!" Agnes stayed silent. Karen went to touch her mother, and Agnes shrank back. Karen stepped back, paused, and then quickly left. There was no use in trying to please her mother. She had tried. She would have to give her several days to cool off. It felt so good to be back home, her home.
She felt like her own independent woman. She could stay up as late as she felt, and eat whatever she wanted. There was no one to tell her what to do. She could call whomever she wanted, and she did. She had missed having the lengthy gab sessions with all her many best girlfriends. Her mother never approved of any of them. Agnes felt that they were corrupting her, and turning Karen away from the morals and ethics that were a part of Agnes' emotional make-up. Agnes never liked the idea of Karen trying to be something she was not.
So she began to gain the lost weight of 21 pounds. It was extremely hard, but she wanted to leave and go back to her condo. She was getting tired of just sitting idly by. So she began to increase her food intake, and by April 17 she weighed 110 pounds.
She declared to her family that she was moving out, and going back to her Century City Condo. It wasn't easy. Karen stood firm though. She could be just as determined as her mother.
They had just finished the evening meal, which consisted of corn, a steak, and scalloped potatoes. It had been hard to consume, but Karen knew that this performance was needed to get out of here. They had all been discussing the idea of getting back into the recording studio, and completing their next album.
"Finally, the both of you will be able to resume your career, after all this time," Agnes said as she looked straight at Karen.
Karen knew that what her mother meant was that, if you hadn't got sick, none of this would have happened, and you'd be touring and singing as usual.
"I talked to the guys at the studio, and they are quite excited. Some new songs were delivered to us, so I am going to pick up the demos, and take a listen to them," said Richard.
"I can't wait. It will be lots of fun. I have some ideas that maybe could help Rich. What do you think? When I was in New York, I had such a lot of fun learning new stuff. Phil and the other musicians were just awesome. They really thought that I had a lot of talent," said Karen very eagerly.
"You just leave the recording stuff to Richard, Karen. That has always worked well in the past, hasn't it? You just sing, and leave the rest to him. I don't want you to get all stressed out, and you are not going to lose all that weight again. I won't allow it! You'll come home when you are through recording, understood?" said a brusque Agnes, leaving no room for argument.
"I have made up my mind Mom, but I am leaving for my own place tonight. I need to get back home. I am a grown woman. I am 33," said a bolder Karen, not willing to budge an inch. Even Agnes could see this. Her daughter could be just as stubborn, and that made her even more madder. Some people!
"Why I can't believe that my daughter would talk to me like that! In my own house. Well I never! Here I help you, and you just throw it back into my face. I can't believe it. Harold, can you believe what we are hearing?" asked a miffed Agnes to her husband. Her husband didn't say anything. He just looked helplessly on between Karen and Agnes.
"I am very thankful, but I need to begin my own life. That's why I bought my own place. I need my own privacy and space. I wish you would all understand and accept my decision. That's all I am asking for. I need to continue on with my life, as I have a lot of living left to do. There's so much that I want to do," explained Karen.
There was no response as her Mom got up and left the dining room to the kitchen. So her Mom was going to ignore her now. Well she didn't want to fight. She got up and went upstairs and began to pack some of her belongings.
She had gotten Richard to bring some of her clothes out from his room, which had the huge walk in closet. She still hadn't been ready to enter in there, especially since the last time she had been in there, she had collapsed. It wasn't because she was superstitious, just nervous. So she tried her best to ignore it. The door remained closed at all times.
She walked downstairs with her belongings. Richard and her Dad were in the living room, talking. They looked up and saw her. They had heard everything, but hadn't said anything to Agnes
"So you are going Karen?" her Dad asked. Karen nodded. "Well take care. We'll hear from you I suppose. Your Mom will get over it. Don't you worry!" her Dad said in a comforting voice. Karen had always been quite close to her Dad, and more distant between her mother and herself. She hugged her Dad and Rich. Richard said, "I'll stop by later and see you, okay?"
Karen nodded and went to the kitchen where Agnes was putting away the dishes. She would not look at Karen, or even respond to Karen's reaching out. "I'll stop by often. Don't worry about me. I am fine. You can even come by and visit me. I really appreciate what you've done for me, really!" Agnes stayed silent. Karen went to touch her mother, and Agnes shrank back. Karen stepped back, paused, and then quickly left. There was no use in trying to please her mother. She had tried. She would have to give her several days to cool off. It felt so good to be back home, her home.
She felt like her own independent woman. She could stay up as late as she felt, and eat whatever she wanted. There was no one to tell her what to do. She could call whomever she wanted, and she did. She had missed having the lengthy gab sessions with all her many best girlfriends. Her mother never approved of any of them. Agnes felt that they were corrupting her, and turning Karen away from the morals and ethics that were a part of Agnes' emotional make-up. Agnes never liked the idea of Karen trying to be something she was not.
