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Today's challenge is 'Forgotten' in 400 words or less. Forgotten implies back story. A no, no in writing. Let's see if I can meet the challenge.
I've lived my life as a bull charging forward, head down, anger my support. I have no regrets. I achieved my goals while stepping on a few toes. What are toes to a bull?
Oh, you think you know better? I have children to support. It's not my fault that I needed to feed and clothe them on my own. I refuse to even think of the reason for this. I have slapped on my business attire like a soldier in the field of battle. No looking back, the enemy is straight ahead.
What you say, a soldier relies on others? So does a business woman. Yes, I have many at my back. Fulfilling the orders I promised our clients. I took care of them. I complied with all the Federal rules. Many have been with me from the beginning.
Did I thank them? They got a paycheck. They had a Christmas bonus. We held holiday parties. What more thanks could I give?
I refuse to cry. Don't even ask. I refuse to shed tears. Even now, holding the notice that you died. Who were you to me? You promised to love me, to cherish me, to hold our marriage as a treasure. I believed you. We had three children together. Don't you know how much they missed their father? One day you were gone. A note mailed to me a week later. "I've had enough," you said. Enough? What is enough? You missed all the moments that a father should prize.
At night now I dream. I dream of your black hair and the stubble from your beard that tickled me when we kissed. I remember the spicy cologne you preferred. My heart soared in your embrace. I loved you beyond words. We waited until you had your law degree before we had children. Don't you remember how we held our son when he was born and then the twin girls three years later? They were only six months old when you left. Six months!
I am tortured by the memory of our love making. I never tired of you. Why did you tire of me? Am I free to remarry? I have always been free. I don't trust any man. I must deal with men every working day. I have experienced their lies. I have watched their betrayals. No, I will never forgive you.
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Just so you know. This is not my life. I'm still married with grand kids. I hope you enjoyed it. To read more Romantic Friday Writers post go here.