I thought I was safe. When we moved to this sleepy suburb from the big city, I thought I had a chance. A chance for a new life. A chance to re-invent myself. I could leave behind my past and start over fresh. I would be sweet. The good neighbor, the kind mother, the supportive friend.<\/p>\n
I had them all fooled until…my past caught up with me. It was the end out our book club and things were winding down. I don’t know exactly how it happened but someone made the comment that I was so nice.<\/p>\n
“Chrisse? Sweet?” Kat laughed out loud. “You have to be kidding. You know they used to call her RMC at work?”<\/p>\n
I tried frantically to signal Kat. To cut her off before it was too late. But it was hopeless.<\/p>\n
“Oh, was I not suppose to say?” Kat asked shyly, but the cat was out of the bag. My new friends wanted to hear all about Really Mean Christine. It seems my skeleton was out of the closet.<\/p>\n
There were gasps and “oh my”s as my other self was revealed. Brittany almost swooned. All were shocked as my sweet facade was ripped asunder to reveal the true me. Well, not all were shocked. Liza leaned forward with unbridled glee in her eyes, rubbed her hands together and declared, “I knew I liked you for a reason!”<\/p>\n
Ah, well, I suppose you can’t hide the truth forever right? And lets face it, June Cleaver I am sooo not. Kevin is excited to reclaim his sainthood and I suppose that’s ok. However, I still take offense at being called “mean”. I prefer “naughty” or “mischievous”.<\/p>\n
But I must say, Really Mean Christine does have a very nice ring to it!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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