L'Aussie and Francine Howarth. It is a blogfest of the highest order followed by RWA. Each week a different theme is presented and you can take up the gauntlet or pass if life has made you too busy. You do not have to join RWA, but it might be a good idea. I haven't done that yet for financial reasons. There is a link that you can follow at the end of my post.
The theme for today is liar.
I paced while my husband sat at the table watching. Our teenage children had been caught with cigarettes.
"I can't believe this. We raised our children in a smoke free home. Who is buying them cigarettes?"
"I don't know," he said.
"Your mother died at 59 because of smoking."
He said nothing.
"My grandmother lived to be 104…and a half!" I threw my hands in the air. "Do you know what that means?"
"I will out live my children. We must stop them. We must stop them before they become addicted to cigarettes."
A year has passed. I a fumed more than once at my husband. We have tried to locate the neighbor who was providing not just our children with cigarettes, but the entire neighborhood. I couldn't understand why any parent would do this. My girls were 13 and 15 respectively. I had isolated one neighbor and sent her a letter effectively preventing any more free handouts. But the cigarettes kept coming. I'd also lost my job, making money and my emotions on an equal stressful layer of worry. Who could be providing the cigarettes?
I put my last $5.00 on the computer keyboard. I needed a couple things from the store. I went to change and when I came back the money was gone and so was my husband. As soon as he got home I confronted him.
"Did you take my $5.00?"
The girls looked from me to him.
"I needed that. We are out of milk and eggs."
"I didn't take it."
I lost it. The stress was too much. It would be more than a week before he got paid again. "That was my last $5.00!"
He ignored me and went to watch T.V. I ran my hands through my hair and mumbled as I worked on my computer. I'd recently started selling a few things online at one of those auction houses trying to bring in more money. The atmosphere in the house was tense. My youngest daughter approached.
"Mom, I'm sorry. I gave the $5.00 to dad to buy us cigarettes."
"He's been buying us cigarettes all year."
I thought someone had punched me in the stomach. I doubled over. My heart bled out. Was this what it felt like when someone cheated on you?
"You? You are the one buying them cigarettes?"
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