George's words stung, hard. Angelina was left with her jaw dropped and a sting she'd never felt before. Had he really just done that? Ange was so damn sick of the way George had been treating her, the way he just expected her to be okay with everything and know exactly what to do. It wasn't like she'd ever been in this situation! Anger bubbled up inside of her, and she knew if she didn't calm herself she'd be punching a hole through her wall. Why couldn't she ever express her anger properly? Or even in a less masculine way.
And there was still Roxanne. Roxanne who knew Angelina as her mother, the mother she loved and trusted and did everything right. But that wasn't this Ange. She had enough to deal with right now, and protecting Rox was proving absolutely impossible. Turning back around, Ange faced her daughter with a tear stained, but now furious, face. She tried to breath, tried to keep her temper in check.
"I don't know what I'm doing, okay? I didn't even know about you until three weeks ago. And then I find out my husband is leaving me to be with another woman. My husband who has been one of my best mates for years. And then you show up, upset and obviously not happy with the situation. And, I don't know what I'm doing. I'm trying to keep you happy, to keep you sane. But in the process I'm losing friends and support and my own sanity and... I don't know, Roxanne. Pansy is your father's family, which makes him your family. I don't like it any more than you do, but that's a fact we both need to get used to. You don't have to like her, but you have to accept her. So, sorry I didn't warn you - but obviously I didn't think it would turn out like this."
Angelina's fists were balled, and she felt her voice speeding and growing higher in volume with every word she spoke. Whatever method Angelina had tried clearly wasn't working, so maybe she should just go back to her default. Fuck it if she's a bad mother, at least she wouldn't be at a completely loss.