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Click hereEPILOG - Conner
We buried Dad today. We put him to rest next to Mom. They had another 20+ years together and Dad made good on his promises. They roamed the world together, hand in hand. Mom finally succumbed to cancer. It was a notoriously aggressive and nasty kind. Dad spent every moment he could with her. She died in his arms looking into his eyes. A week after she was buried, We were all still at Dad's house. We had managed to get all the grandkids together with us as well. We celebrated and mourned together. We told the stories and recounted the adventures and misadventures. It was glorious. I came in the next morning and found Dad, in his recliner, holding mom's picture. He passed quietly in his sleep. I think he just didn't have any desire to go on without her. He went to be with her.
We decided on a quiet funeral for Dad. Moms had been huge. We didn't feel that Dad would want that kind of fanfare. At the graveside service I noticed a man about my dad's age standing apart from the small crowd. After the service I sought him out and introduced myself asking if he had worked with my dad. He shook his head solemnly as he introduced himself.
"My name is Charles Elliot. I'm sorry about your dad. He was a unique individual. I am proud to have known him."
"I know the story."
He looked a little surprised.
"You know my mom died not long ago."
"Yes. Your dad called me about six weeks ago. He explained the situation. He told me to come to Baltimore."
"Did you?"
The man nodded.
"I came. He arranged for me to come to his home. He welcomed me in and then took me upstairs to where Jayla was in the hospital bed. I could see that he was sleeping on a cot beside her bed. He had woken her gently and stepped aside. He told her she had a visitor, then looked at me and smiled. He said for us to take our time, he would be downstairs."
You mom looked at me and smiled. Her eyes lit up and she held out her hand. I sat beside her, and we caught up on all that had happened since the last time I had talked to her. It was a wonderful time. She finally told me she was tired, and she thought it was time I let her rest. I started to stand but she held onto my hand and pulled me down to give me a kiss. When I went downstairs your dad had a flask of scotch and two glasses. He had me sit down with him.
We talked a bit. He never asked what happened up the stairs. He asked about my family and about how I was doing. There was never an acrimonious word or signal of any kind. We sipped scotch and talked into the night. He finally poured us one more glass and held his up. He toasted to the finest and most beautiful woman that a man could ever love."
"You didn't come to moms funeral?"
"I couldn't. It was too emotionally charged for me. But I had to come today. Your Father was probably the closest thing to a complete and honorable human being I have ever known. You seem a lot like him."
"I like to think so. Thank you for telling me this. You're welcome in my home anytime."
"I appreciate that."
We shook hands and parted. I heard that he died a couple of months later. I went to his funeral. His kids were there and his grandkids. His wife, I could see, would have been a beautiful woman in her younger years. I met all of the family at the graveside. I explained myself as the son of one of Charle's best friends. Later, as I was walking back to the car, Charles's youngest daughter caught up with me.
"What was your name again?"
"Conner Jackson Stephens."
"I thought so. My Dad told me about you not long before he died."
My eyebrows must have registered my surprise.
"My dad and I were very very close. In his later years he told me a lot of things. He told me about your dad, and your mom. He loved her very much."
"I know. She loved him."
"She talked about him."
"Never a peep. But my dad did. He knew everything about that whole relationship."
"You knew that he never saw her again after he put her on that airplane in Atlanta?"
"No. But I suspected it. Dad said that she never took him up on one of those weekend passes."
"It's cold. Can we go somewhere warm to continue this."
"Shouldn't you be with your mother and your brothers and sisters?"
She had turned to look at the small crowd getting into the limousine.
"Not really. They are going to cry and mourn. I have already done all that. I would rather think about how much love my dad had in his life."
I looked at her.
"Come on. Let's get something warm to drink."
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I chose to retire after my dad died. I had enough time in grade and Dad had left all three of us a sizable inheritance. I used mine to buy the house from my brother and sister. I had always been a place filled with love, laughter, and happiness. I wanted to make sure that continued.
I still live in that house. Every day, I look at the picture of my mom and my dad that sits on the mantle of the fireplace. They are holding hands looking at the camera. The picture was taken in the Swiss Alps. My mother knew she had cancer at the time, but they wanted one more trip together. I can see in their eyes the love. It never wavered.
Tonight I am having dinner with Miss Tonya Marie Elliot. There may be something to this. I was thinking about Tonya this afternoon as I stopped to look at the picture of mom and dad. I swear to God that mom winked at me from that picture. I did a double take and looked again. This time I swear that my dad nodded his head almost imperceptibly.
Now, I am an attorney, a logical, sane and very practical sort of guy. I don't go for mumbo jumbo about ghosts or spirits. But it shook me a little bit. But Just but. Maybe there are some things that you just can't decipher. I intend to do my best to see how this works out. I hope so. Tonya ia a fascinating and beautiful woman, It's time to bring some of that love back to this old house,
- COMMENTS
Lanmandragonabout 2 months agoI am amused to read the sharply critical views of the fanatics. Folks, I see this as an in the medium offered very deep going love story. There is love in every part, not always between married partners, but love nonetheless. IMO it needs to be read and valued as such. Absolute external, societal, religious values as the fanatics propagate have no place here and at least for me, anyone trying to use such here is laughable, they have not understood the story.
MrGrumpy0352 months agoIt's ok - cuckhold fantasy is not my thing no matter how it is presented. 2 stars
WhoGivesAShit2 months agoOkay, it’s out all that far fetched until the last paragraph. Robert’s death shortly after Jayla’s is entirely believable. I know of a family where he died in his chair overnight, then she died after his viewing, the night before his burial. It definitely happens more than we’d like to think. BUT, a “ logical, sane and very practical” attorney? That’s over the top.
orion2bear23 months agoWhen your spouse is not giving you enough attention you talk to them not go out and duck someone else
IrishLaddy593 months agoMagnificent. Truly a beautiful story about how love transcends all.
Thank you.
Anonymous3 months agoWow, what a stretch. You must be a real SNAG (Sensitive New Age Guy) Its OK: their mother was a cheating whore. Their father submitted his self respect and the values of virtue and ethics to remain the sissy cuck of a cheating whore. You see, love is just a much about what you Refrain from doing as what you Do. The wife only cheated sporadically, occasionally? It reads like she fucked the asshole every chance she got, for years. The husband obviously kept tabs on her, which she would have been aware of. So she played her whoring safe.
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As far as the love and respect for and between the two cheaters, that is intellectually vapid. They are Two disreputable cheating stealing lying adulterers. So exactly what is there to respect, to appreciate, to even love? They Loved Fucking Over Their Spouses, that's what they loved. When confronted with her being another man's slut, in that moment, she wasn't even sure she was going to stop seeing the asshole. So what kind of remorse and regret is that? What kind of love and respect is that for her maybe dying husband.
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Please, just another story of fag cuck shit. Nice try to make it anything more or better. The children Must have lost all respect for both parents, despite what tripe you word processor spit out. Show me the sequel where any of the children invoked would accept this from their spouse. Would the cheating Charles asshole have accepted it from His wife? Exactly. Complete fail. Congratulations.
nixrox3 months ago3 stars - Thankfully, this is just a fantasy.
Although, you should have added a few extra words to the TAG LIST ie: SLUT, adultery, infidelity, cheater
FabGMx3 months agoSorry i dont believe. The first part was intriguing, sadly the big reveal and confrontation that was foreshadow in the beggining of the chapter, never happened "i want to sit together with my wife" that line tell us the conclusion.
In the end both spouses are unsimpathetic characters, one its an workaholic that just let his wife having and affair for years and doesnt bother to speak to his wife. The other its the standart cheating wife with all the cliches of a raac story, so the blame its of the husband that condones the affair and both of them teach their children that neglect your spouse/cheat on him-her its okay if the say sorry.
60022Mallard3 months agoVery difficult to score between the writing and the bullshit story.
She would have made a wonderful military wife - not!
ScorpioJJ3 months agoNope. Charles and Jayla didn't deserve happy ever after. Robert didn't deserve the blame he put on himself. He deserved a faithful wife and should have dumped Jayla when he found out and found a better woman. He should have told Charles' wife the truth. She deserved to know that her husband was cheating scum. He pursued Jayla knowing she was married. Jayla only had a couple of weeks each year to stay faithful. She wouldn't have cut it as a military wife. She was selfish and weak. Don't like any of this.
shadracht3 months agoSarah Hallenbeck: [arguing; justifying her infidelity] You were never around. You know what? Fuck you, Joe. I was lonely!
Joe Hallenbeck: Buy a dog.
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This feels completely one-sided. He's a fucking saint, she's selfish as can be until he almost dies. In the end, it's unsatisfying and unenjoyable, and the fact that he blames himself in any way for her cheating on him FOR SIX + YEARS is bullshit. 2*
Ghostdoggin4 months agoAwe her love between her and her husband and her and her lover is so pure and righteous.....bullshit! One night getting caught up in the moment after you've been drinking then realizing it was a very wrong mistake and never letting it happen again could be chalked up as to err is human. Even though they told each other how much they loved their spouses the whole first weekend encounter it was all bullshit.
6 years and 13 meet ups, every one of them choosing your ap to give your time, love, and affection instead of doing the same with your husband constitutes an undying love for your husband?
The way you wrote the "confrontation" was a steaming pile too. "I got the impression it wasn't about the sex at all" Excuse me? If it had nothing to do with sex their meet ups would just be them catching up about their lives. It definitely was a part of it and the bulk of it being about the "love" between her and AP was even worse. Also after almost dying she sat there and let him take almost the entirely of the blame. Other than 2 weekends a year he spent the night and woke up in their bed with her no? Did she communicate her displeasure or concerns of his working too much? Doesn't read that way "Its all my fault, If I had spent more time with her it probably never would have happened. You share a little bit of the blame too." A little? She had the option to spend more time with Bob twice a year for six years and she chose AP over him 100% of the time.
How did Charles wife feel about their "sacred love"? That's right, she never knew cause that would shed light on Jayla's morality that she actively caused harm to another womans marriage and relationship and we couldn't do anything like that in this type of story.
