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I'm sitting alone in a little alcove of the large Catholic church where Kathy and I have been members since our own marriage. I have Jeanette's letter in my hand, and I am weighing whether to give it to her or not.

What could she possibly have to say to the daughter she more or less abandoned so many years ago? What could she say that could unbreak a little girl's heart, the heart that pined for her mother during those long years when it was just the two of us?

Unfortunately, Jeanette can't say it in person. She was killed two years ago, murdered in a sleazy motel room by some psycho customer. I went to the funeral, but Jamie refused to go. That's when I discovered all the latent bitterness she still carried around about what Jeanette had done to us.

Thanks to counseling, both from the professional and from Kathy, she managed to let go of a lot of that bitterness. Nevertheless, I wonder how she'll receive a post-mortem missive from the woman that caused us all such pain.

Finally, I make my decision. Whatever else, Jeanette was still Jamie's mother, and I believe she wanted to make amends as best she could. It was the least I could do for the woman that had first won my heart -- never mind what she did to it.

"Sweetheart, can I talk to you alone for a second?" I say, as I entered the bustle of the bride's room, where Jamie, her maids of honor and her stepmother are all atwitter as the time approaches.

"Sure, Daddy, what is it?" Jamie says when she joins me outside the room.

"Your mother -- Jeanette -- wanted me to give this to you before you married," I say as I hand her the letter. "Please, read it with an open mind. Do it for me. Please?"

If looks could kill, I'd have been mortally wounded. Incipient brides shouldn't wear the sort of scornful look of disdain that crosses my daughter's face when I mentioned her mother.

But as she reads the letter, Jamie's features soften into the young woman I've become accustomed to seeing: the playful, kindly look of a smart, confident person. And I detect a tear or three rolling down her cheek as she finishes the letter.

"She really did love you, didn't she," Jamie says.

"Yes, in her own way, I think she did," I answer, while handing her a handkerchief. She dabs her eyes then we come together, a father and daughter who shared a critical moment in time, one that could have ended in tragedy.

"She was such a fool," Jamie says finally, as she holds me at arm's length.

"Yeah, but I was a fool, too," I say. "I knew what she was like and I married her anyway."

Then she folds the letter neatly, puts it back in the envelope and sticks it in some fold of her dress, where she can keep it close to her heart, I guess.

"Come on, Daddy," Jamie says, pulling me toward the bride's room. "My real mom is in here, and I think we need a Mom fix."

I laugh then, and it's with a bewildered look on her face -- bewildered, but bemused -- that we draw Kathy into a three-way hug that speaks volumes.

Yeah, I was a fool once, and the memories still haunt me. But I was lucky enough to get a second chance at love, with a woman who deserved it, and with her help I've been able to live a happy life again.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice? Not this time.

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RePhilRePhil5 months ago

Seriously Jack? 3 bud lites and he’s got a buzz on? Obviously didn’t live during the 70s or 80s

slowhand21slowhand219 months ago

Wouldn’t have given her that letter on her wedding day. Maybe after the honeymoon.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 1 year ago

I can't believe he didn't take the opportunity to fuck Janet for old times' sake, especially since both the circumstances and her lifestyle were conducive to this. He would get rid of all the anger that he, at times, brought down on his second wife, and she would have the opportunity to make amends and a sense of forgiveness.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 1 year ago

This story was really done at the end of page 1. The rest is filler.

AnonymousAnonymousover 1 year ago

Trust me, brothers lie. They will screw you over any chance they can. Just ask my brother how he lost 3 fingers. We don't talk much anymore, it's been 7 years. You wrote an emotional tale of love, hate, and regrets as well as new hope. Thank you for doing this so well.

AnonymousAnonymousover 1 year ago

What, did he think his brother was lying to him. Whatever heartache he went though he has no one to blame but the person he sees in the mirror.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 2 years ago

For my money this story was over when he walked out of the bar where Jeannie was hooking. I read the rest of the story but there was nothing of any substance in it. Not really a bad story, just not great. In my opinion, anyway.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 2 years ago

To give his daughter the letter from her deceased slut mother minutes before said daughter was to walk down the aisle at her wedding was ridiculously asinine. Right after she became engaged would have been fine. The father proved he was still a clueless cuck. Some things never change.

AnonymousAnonymousover 2 years ago

Great. I have my Kathy as a wife. I'm a really lucky guy.

DrgwngDrgwngover 2 years ago

The ever increasing level if wimpiness in men , ever higher levels of cuckolding, hot wifing and so on does not speak well for societies future. It is only a matter of time as things fail because every man is I need fear of fidelity, paternity, and the courts. It will be great to get on a plane designed by wimps and cucks, too focused on their own woes to do a good job. Oh well.......

numbnutz49numbnutz49over 2 years ago

Nice - the opening left few avenues to pursue but it was done with a proper touch and an understanding of the benefit of healing and forgiveness. I think a lot of other commenters have lost the ability to feel and understand those values.

26thNC26thNCover 2 years ago

This is a great story by Mr Straw. With some of the absolute Cuckolds and ir stories he's written, it's hard to believe that he is capable of this.

AnonymousAnonymousover 2 years ago

Not too bad a story but certainly not in my top 5 by this author. One thing at the end of the story kinda bugged me. Jeanette’s letter to her daughter. I do certainly believe he should have, was even obligated to, give their daughter the letter. But to do it at her wedding? Jeez, what a freaking buzz-kill. But hey, it’s his choice and I guess it worked out ok.

Pasqual_ClementePasqual_Clementealmost 3 years ago

Why is it that the wronged husband/fiancé/boyfriend, when he gets into a violent confrontation with his wife/fiancé/girlfriend's paramour he, usually, gives the paramour a serious beating without any damage done to him? I get that the idea is for the offended male partner gets some revenge and move the plot along. But, after seeing it happen so much, it has turned into a trope and frankly, I think that it being used is the authors being lazy.

For that matter why is Jason angry with Jeanette's? She is not Jason's wife anymore, (he divorced her and rightfully so). Yet he attacks a stranger because why? This man had nothing to do with the destruction of their marriage. Here is an alternative result. Starting with when Jason confronts and speaks with the man.

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"If you don't piss off in the next 10 seconds, I'll rip off your puny little cock and shove it down your throat," I whispered, and I squeezed hard, a move that made him gasp and his eyes bulge out, until I released his nuts and stood aside to let him out of the booth" Next thing I know I am waking up in a hospital emergency room in great pain and I am handcuffed to the bed's railing. My left eye hurts and my nose hurts, A Lot and I can't see out of it. My ribs are extremely sore, as well as my crotch. I ask a nurse that came to check on me what happened, she gave me a sneer and told me that a police officer would be by to speak to me. One did come to speak to me and I learn that the man I thought "seemed a little soft", is actually a combat veteran having had tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. After I had let him go and he got up, he struck and gave me a thorough ass kicking. I was under arrest for assault. Not only did the hotel bar had security cameras that recorded everything there were witnesses that said I instigated the confrontation. I figure, even if I get off with a slap on the wrist from the courts, which I doubt will happen, the combat vet will probably sue me for my actions against him. Jeanette did come by to see how I was doing. She did ask me why I did attack her 'guest'. If I wanted to talk to her all I had to do was to ask her. She would have delayed her meeting with the man. If he objected, then there are other 'johns' out there, so no big loss. We did have the conversation I wanted to have that day and we had some closure. But, she was right, why did I have to confront her guest?

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Let me be, clear, I am not slamming the author. Overall, I did enjoy this story. I just was pointing out, what I thought, is a weakness in the writing of this and other similar stories. Now there may be those that will ask, "Why do I not write my own 'fic?". Frankly, I do not have the talent not patience to write anything more than this comment.

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Pasqual

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