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(open chapter one)
'No'!' I yell emphatically. 'I am NOT changing my clothes, Ma!' For God's sake, twenty-eight years old and my mother is still trying to tell me what to wear. I don't think so.
'Despina, we are going to wedding, not one them damn bars you love. You not going to embarrass me in front of everyone. Change now!'
That's my mother for you, always worried about what everyone else will say, always worried about being embarrassed in front of the relatives and the people that, thankfully, I only have to see when there is a wedding, funeral, baptism or name day that I can't get out of. And just my luck, being Greek, these events come around with great regularity.
'Ma, relax, okay? It's not like anyone is going to be looking at me.' Jeez.
'Despina, you no come with your father and me looking like tsoula'. Heaven forbid I should look attractive. In the eyes of the Greek community attractive is considered slutty. They'd all be talking about what a shoking job my mother did in raising me and what a disappointment I was to the family.
It seems to me that my mother and I have this arguement every time there is one of these family do's that I can't escape from...
CHAPTER 24:
'Alright, Ef. What's up?' My sister does not summon me to her place very often, especially given that she's always at my place. My sister's mind isn't on me at the moment either. She's making me nervous. She's like a bloody yoyo. Up and down, up and down. She's making me dizzy. Although I have to admit, ever since Randy Andy took off to Greece, my sister has blossomed. That's the only word for it. She's no longer hiding behind frumpy, matronly clothes - instead she's wearing tops and skirts that show off her gorgeous curves. She's wearing makeup that helps to bring out the blue in her eyes and she's finally let her hair down out of that tight ponytail that used to make her look so severe. She's showing off her beautiful wavy hair. She looks alive.
'I'm divorcing Andreas.' Jeez, she doesn't pull any punches. Straight to the point. 'About bloody time, Ef!' Yahoo! I don't think I have ever hugged my sister so hard. 'What made you finally come to your senses?'...
(mid chapter)
...'I'm keeping the house and the holiday house, and the savings are getting transferred into my name. I'm going to sell the business and all he gets from the whole lot is twent-five grand.' Ah, she's good. He's getting close to nothing.
'He's desperate, Des. So I told him that if he wants this divorce, it's going to be by my rules. Otherwise I'll tie him up in court for years. He knows that if he doesn't agree to everything his little bastard will be starting high school before he can marry that bitch.' I don't think I've ever been prouder of my sister. I knew she could get her revenge - we are sisters after all. But this is even out of my league.
'And he's agreed to it all?' Wow, this must really be hurting wog man where it counts the most. His wallet. 'He's walking out on his kids. So I think I'm being more than generous with my offer.'
God. Poor Effie. More than ten years of marriage and it's come to this. This has got to be hell for her. And the kids? How are they going to feel knowing that their no good bum of a father walked out on them? It's not fair.
'If he fights me, I'll wreck him, Des. Just like he's wrecked me for the last ten years.'
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AUTHOR BIO:
Georgia Tsialtas likes to say that if her bio was interesting she would be writing an auto-biography and not fiction! Georgia is the youngest of three, and she and her two older brothers was born and raised in Brunswick, Melbourne in an era where it could easily be mistaken for a mini Sparta and it felt like every second house she came across contained a village connection, however much to her families initial shock she broke with the tradition of what “Good Greek Girls Don’t…” and moved into her own place without the aid of a wedding ring or a pine box.
Georgia still lays claim to the title of ‘Good Greek Girls Don’t…’ because as a huge Sex and the City Fan, she’s waiting for her “Mr Big”. Georgia Has travelled slightly but one of her favourite things in the world is that feeling of coming home and can’t help feeling a bit like Dorothy, realizing that there’s just no place like home.
“Good Greek Girls Don’t…” was born when Georgia was at the stage in life where she was over the bar and party scene and realizing that there was no happy ending there. As Desi’s journey was slowly mapped, Georgia began mapping her own journey, and realizing that happy endings come in all shapes and sizes started working towards her own happy ending by taking a risk and put this out for the world to see and scrutinize. And whilst she doesn’t know where the journey will lead her, she’s doing her best to enjoy the ride, taking good times with the bad.
One of Georgia’s motto’s in life… Don’t make the same mistake twice – move on to bigger and better ones!
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