Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

CHAPTER 2
MY FIRST THOUGHT IS, Damian is insane. Like crazy, nuts,
messed-up-in-the-head insane. As if Greek gods really exist.
They are myth. Myth, as in the kind of stuff you read about in
sophomore English with guys killing their dads and marrying their
moms—ew, and I think my life is gross. As in, the kind of stuff you
see Brad and Orlando duking it out over on the big screen—yum.
Not the kind of stuff the man my mom married fully believes in.
I look at Mom, ready to express my sympathies and assure her I
am ready to head back to America and that we can sort the divorce
out once we get there. But she’s not freaking out.
She’s nodding.
Sympathetically.
At me.
As if I’m the one who just found out my new husband is delusional.
That’s when I first know I’m in trouble. Mom is professionally
trained in the art of delusional psychopaths. She told me once she
never goes along with their fantasies—it only makes things worse—
and if she’s staying calm then that means she believes him. Which
means she believes the Greek gods exist, too.