I had a bit of embarrassment today. I had wanted to see the movie Juno but I wasn’t sure if I really should go see it. I knew that if I did I should see it alone. If you don’t know about it, it is a movie about a teenage girl who gets pregnant and then decides to place the baby for adoption. I figured it should be ok because it was a private baby adoption which was far removed from my situation but just in case I grabbed a few extra napkins. Besides, my sister in law saw it and highly recommended it to me.

I don’t cry in movies. The only other movies that can really get to me are the ending of Roman Holiday and the coonhound cemetery scene in Sweet Home Alabama when she apologizes for not being there when her dog got sick. So, I’m watching Juno and I was a bit bored but otherwise just fine until when a month before the baby is due the adoptive father decides to walk out on his wife. From there on it was an almost word-for-word replay of the crashing end of my marriage. It was enough fun the first time, thank you very much, I don’t want to watch it again. I was crying hysterically but pulled myself together until he announces that he’s not staying at a hotel because he found an apartment. I figured if he said proudly that they were throwing in a washer and dryer free I was going to get violent and then demand a writer’s credit, so I left.

I called my mom and told her that she was deputized to cuff my SIL upside the head next time she saw her. I told her about the movie and when I repeated some of the lines she gasped. Thank you Mom. I feel vindicated. Later I called the SIL and told her that I left. She couldn’t figure out why. I repeated some of the scenes. She said that once she heard the lines in my voice she remembered hearing them from me before. Now she is horrified. I felt like saying, “Maybe if you get kidnapped and tortured I can recommend some horror films that you’ll really identify with.” Really, it is almost no fun yelling at her because it is too easy. She still needs cuffed though.