Scandal Part 1 (266 hits)
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Submitted by ramirez60 (View user info) at 2007-04-17 01:58:17 EDT
I am from an old world, one that is almost forgotten. I am aged now, and wish to tell my story; maybe God can somehow find forgiveness for my shame. I meant no pain, and wanted only to carve my path in His guiding light, but life went wry and my place in His new world has long been forgotten. I wish only that I could somehow redeem myself for these actions, these unthinkable sins.
My husband had no idea. In my day, in my town a woman had one husband and he was her only lover. I married older than my sisters, and to an older man. It was not how I had dreamed of things as a little girl, but not all dreams come true, though this one turned into more of a nightmare. It was the war, it was hard on everybody and it could be felt everywhere. My husband was a writer and editor for a local newspaper and magazine. He wanted the world to enjoy the printed word, in a place where radio and television came to take the place of text. He loved me dearly and despite years of marriage, we were without child. I don't blame him, and there were never any words of harshness between us about the subject. We both wanted a child, but being the younger of the two I think always more me than him.
The war had everyone making sacrifices, and when we decided to take that boy in it was for nothing more than honest intentions. He was thirteen at the time, and his father had been killed. His mother, perhaps on purpose, perhaps from carelessness, had died from her medicine. The doctors said she had taken too much, or at the wrong time, or with the wrong foods, the details were always very unclear. He was young and his parents were dead, and as the only family without children it seemed most logical to place the boy with us.
The boy was old enough to know what happened, and he was very respectful, but a bit distant at first. My husband would teach him how to write, so that he too may have work as he got older. My husband never thought much of how they taught English to the children at schools.
Since he knew his parents, we agreed that he didn't have to think of us as his parents, rather just friends. It was a time when everyone needed friends more than anything else. Until the end of the war, he would study with my husband and we lived as a family should. Those were truly, the happiest days. The war ended, and with the end of such conflict came the end of the peace that had been found in my house.
My husband had a lot of work when the war ended, and was home less and less. At first he would take our surrogate son to help him, but often he found that he had to travel far and it would interfere with his schooling to travel with my husband. He was older now, and his writing was beautiful. I heard him sometimes talking to himself as he wrote, and the poetic lines he'd write would make any girl swoon with desire. It wasn't long before I realized the mistress he wrote his dreams about, was me.
In the world as we have it today, it is not so uncommon to hear of women committing adultery. Nor is it uncommon for her lover to be a much younger man, but in those days, well...things were different. At first I noticed his coyish glances. I noticed his eyes lingering on my back when my husband wasn't home. He was a fine looking boy and I would think there would have been many girls at school who were waiting for him to say something to them. It was a Saturday afternoon when it happened. It was so long ago, it was so...fast.
We were lovers for two years, my husband never knew. At least, I thought he never knew. By the time he was leaving my husband was getting old and I was preparing myself for the loneliness of losing both the men in my life. The boy left to become a writer; he had gotten a job with a small newspaper outside of New York. About a month after he left, I realized with dread that God truly punished me for this sin. It was perhaps the most horrid day of my life.
I came home from shopping, searching for some way to tell my husband when I found that he had returned early. Very odd for him, but when I saw his face I knew it was not for any good reason. He said he hadn't gone to work today, and that he was dieing. The details aren't important, but he only had a few months left. I didn't know what to say so I just blurted out the horrible fate I was resided to. I was pregnant. It was with the boys' child, I knew it had to be, but my husband smiled gently. He said he'd leave plenty of money for me and the child, and he's sorry.
This fate was bad enough, but this sin was my own and I would suffer it privately. My fate would not be so simple. No the series of events that unfolded over the next two decades resulted in such chaos that I could never have imagined it possible.
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Submitted by bigdicrick (user info) at 2007-04-17 15:19:01 EDT (#)
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Good work. Can't wait for more.
Submitted by drgoatcabin (user info) at 2007-04-17 15:16:27 EDT (#)
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Well done.
Submitted by odin (user info) at 2007-04-17 10:15:38 EDT (#)
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Submitted by ChaosJester (user info) at 2007-04-17 08:23:06 EDT (#)
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nice beginning.
Lookin' forward to more...
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2007-04-17 04:35:23 EDT (#)
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Submitted by beeltea (user info) at 2007-04-17 04:26:57 EDT (#)
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well, i'm interested.