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Life and Living

Short Story by Marva Seaton

Abandoned but Not Defeated

`     I remember quite clearly just like it was yesterday, the day my world fell apart.  I suppose now looking back I should have seen it coming.  I had heard the rumors and I had seen the signs but yet somehow I would not let myself believe that Robert would  do me wrong.  We had four children together, the youngest being only four months old at the time.  What man, I told myself, would walk out on his family especially with a young child just added to the family.  I was wrong.

Robert had started going to church very regular.  He never once asked me to accompany him, but I did not think much of it. Then the rumors started flying around that he was involved with one of his church sisters.  I chose to ignore the rumors.  I wanted to believe that his reason for going to church was to give thanks to God and nothing more.  Until he actually told me he was leaving me, I never believed any of the stories I heard.  I was in denial.

It was a weekend I will always remember.  It was Saturday and I was getting ready to take the children to my mom‘s place for a long overdue visit when Robert came into our bedroom.  He had gotten up early and was ready to leave for church.  He came towards me and I could tell that he had something on his mind.

“When will you be back?” he asked.

“Late Sunday evening,” I said.

“I won’t be here when you get back,” he said.

I nodded not quite understanding what he was trying to tell me.

“Are you going out somewhere?” I asked.

“No,” he said.  “I am just not going to be here anymore.”

For a split second my heart stopped.  I looked in his eyes and my worst fears were confirmed, he was leaving me!

I felt as if I had been punched in the gut and yet I managed to keep my voice steady and controlled as I said to him, “Would you mind explaining to me what this is all about?”

“I have met someone,” he said.  “I am going to marry her.”

I looked at him this man who was my childhood sweet heart.  I remember how much I had defied my parents to be with him.  I remember how warm and passionate he had been back them.  Now there was no warmth in his eyes.  He was so calm about it to the point of coldness.

Tears threatened.  He was surgically dissecting me.  The knife was plunged into my heart but I knew I should not crumble.  It hurt like hell but I swore I wouldn’t let him see me cry, not over him.

If Robert found it so easy to walk out on us I was not going to beg him to stay.  If the life we had meant nothing then he could go.  He took my virginity at fifteen.  I bore him our first child at eighteen.  We were together for fifteen years.  I was apparently good enough for sex, good enough to give him children but not good enough to marry.

“Well best of luck,” I said.

He looked at me kind of weird.  This was definitely not the response he was expecting.  Truthfully I didn’t quite know what I was saying.  I was feeling all numb inside.  The man I had given fifteen years of my life to, was leaving me, not just me, he was abandoning our children.

I wanted to ask him why but then I thought whatever his answer was, it wasn’t going to ease my pain.

“You need to tell the children, ” I said.

He nodded and walked out of the room.

The baby started crying, I picked him out and rocked him against my chest.  I wanted to cry too, but I knew I couldn’t.  I had to be strong.

I don’t know what he said to the children because shortly afterwards my two girls ten year-old Natasha and nine year-old Melissa came to me crying.

“Is it true?” they both asked.  “Is daddy really leaving?

I nodded, I couldn’t speak.  I just wanted to hold them close and tell them everything was going to be okay.

Robert Junior came into the room. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at me as I stood there trying to keep a brave face as I reassured the girls that we were going to be fine.  He came and put his arms around me.

“You are going to be okay mom,” he said.  “We are going to get through this.”

I was surprised yet proud of the mature manner in which he was handling his father’s announcement that he was leaving.  I hugged my son.

“Yes we are going to be okay,” I told him with more conviction than I felt.

That morning all I had was my pride, my stubborn pride that would not let me cry or beg him not to go.  I did not cry in front of the children either.  I did not cry until I got to my mom‘s place and was alone with her in her room.

My mother was furious when I told her that Robert was leaving me to get married.  At first she thought I was joking and then she said “Are you sure he is not on drugs?”

I guess she thought he was not in his right mind.  But then I told her about the rumors and about the woman he was leaving me for.

She went all thoughtful and silent. Finally she said, “You know what if he wants to walk out on his family there isn’t much you can do, just make sure that he takes care of his children.  He is an ass and maybe someday he will realize how much of an ass he is.  You are just thirty, you are still young and you still have your life ahead of you.”

I knew that my mom was right.  My life wasn’t over.  Another thing that gave me comfort was the fact that although I am not a conceited person I felt I looked a hell of a lot better than the woman he was leaving me for.

He married he like he said he would and I won’t lie to you it hurt like crazy.  For weeks it was the talk of the town.  Every time I went out with the children I could feel stares directed our way.  People had conversations with each other about what had happened. A lot of people in my neighborhood were very sympathetic towards me but I did not want pity, I wanted revenge.  I wanted to get back at him.  I wanted to make him hurt in the same way he had hurt me.

After a while the need for revenge faded to be replaced by a burning desire to show him what a fool he was for walking out on the best thing he had ever had in his life, me and his children.  I wanted to show him that I was more than just a body designed to bear children.  I needed to show him that I could be anything I wanted to be.

I had always been interested in nursing and when I applied to and was accepted by a renowned nursing school, I knew I was on the way to make my dream of  being a registered nurse become a reality.  My mom was by my side every step of the way, assisting me with the children.  With her help and my part time job I buckled my belt and tried to mane ends meet.

During this period Robert hardly saw the children.  I received money from him once in a while, usually when I was too broke to provide for them and called him to let him know his children had nothing to eat.  Most times if I didn’t call I wouldn’t get anything.  He was too busy providing for his new wife and her two children who weren’t his.

My burning desire to have a profession that would at least give me some financial independence was the fuel which propelled me to work hard at achieving my goal.  I knew no matter how rough it got I would not quit.

Three years went by quicker than I had anticipated.  On my graduation day I cried, but this time it was tears of joy.  I was proud of my accomplishment.

A few months later I was working on the surgical ward of the local hospital when a patient who had been involved in a serious motor vehicle accident earlier that morning, after under going surgery was admitted to the ward.  I had heard about the three car collision when I came on duty that evening but my shift was busy and I had not gotten around to find out who the victims were.

When the porter wheeled the patient in I momentarily went into a state of shock as I came face to face with the man who had walked out of my life four years before.  Robert, my children’s father was one of the victims of that morning’s accident and he had lost both legs.  All the anger and hate that I had in my heart for him for the way he had treated me and his children melted away.  I looked at him and all I felt was pity.

His wife was there beside him and I could see she had been crying.  Her eyes were red and puffy and even as he was being wheeled in she was wiping tears from her eyes.  But when she came face to face with me she tried to put on a brave face.

I had nerves of steel that evening.  I kept my professional cool, treated him just like I would any other patient.  After the porter helped me get him into bed I adjusted his pillows, made sure he was comfortable and asked if there was anything he needed.  I kept my emotions in check while making a mental note that I would probably have to make the children come and visit him.

There was an awkward silence between us.  It was as if those fifteen years  we had spent together never happened.  Under normal circumstances I suppose I would be telling him I was sorry about him losing his legs, but this was not normal circumstances. This was the man who had abandoned me and my children and here was the woman who had allowed him to do so.

I knew he was still highly sedated and I wondered how he was going to deal with the fact that he had lost his legs when he was more alert and conscious of his situation.  I knew how much he took pride in his appearance and how he used to work out to maintain his fine physique.

I turned and looked at her.  I couldn’t help it.  I just looked, I didn’t say anything but something in my expression must have told her what I was thinking because she turned to me and said.

“I’m sorry we didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s okay,” I said.

I raised my left hand to display my flashy engagement ring sparkling with diamonds and I sore I saw him wince when he saw the ring on my finger.  Life has a way of turning out just the way it was meant to be I thought.  Who could have told me I would have met someone as wonderful as Stephen.  Who could have told me a man would declare his undying love for a woman who already had four kids, but he had.

When I met him two years ago I was afraid to let my heart believe that I could love again. I did not believe it was possible for me to care for anyone again but Stephen made a believer out of me.  I thought I would have scared him off when I told him I had four children, but if anything the hurt I had been through made him want to protect and care for me even more.  Four years ago I did not dream of getting married much less becoming a doctor’s wife.  But a month ago he proposed and it was as if my wildest dream had come true.

“It’s okay,” I said once more.  “Life had a way of turning out exactly how it was meant to be.”

I knew in the present circumstances my words might have sounded somewhat unkind, but it was the truth.  It was exactly how I felt.  Sometimes the truth hurts but that’s just the way it is.

( C ) 2013 Marva Seaton

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poetry

Indecision

The years have passed by slowly but time has done little
to diminish the love she feels for him, undeserving though he is.
Unattended, gasping for water like a runner on a hot summer’s day,
So is her love, desperate for some attention from him.
Like a plant in the desert doing what it will to survive,
So is her love, weathering the storms, refusing to die.
Her heart had spoken, it said he was the one,
So she holds on to this dream refusing to believe,
that maybe her heart was wrong.

Her head tells her to give up and she is torn between the two,
Should she listen to what her heart is saying?
Or should her listen to her head?
Some higher force that she does not understand tells her,
that her heart is right.
Yet a little doubt persists and a small voice that she
cannot ignore whispers “What if your heart is wrong?”
She is left in a state of indecision, She has to choose
between the two.
Should she take the chance, go with her heart and pray her
head was wrong?
But what if she chooses and then finds out her head
was right all along?
The currents of love has caught her and left her stuck
on the boulder of indecision.

( C ) 2013 Marva Seaton

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poetry

He Said She Said

He said she meant nothing it was just a one night stand,

She said she had been dating him all along,

He said she was just a mistake that should never have happened,

She said he said she was that part of his life that had been missing,

He said he was drunk, didn’t know what he was doing,

She said he said he told her she was the woman of his dreams,

He said she was crazy, he hardly knew her.

I am caught up in the middle of this he said, she said story.

And it doesn’t matter who is right or who is wrong,

Fact of the matter is, it never should have happened,

You see he was my lover and she was my best friend.

 

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poetry

Goodbye

The sun is still shining, I can’t understand why,

My life has been shattered in the blink of an eye.

Sorrow engulfs me and I try not to cry.

He said it was over and this was goodbye.

If I can make it through today,

I know it will get better.

If I can just get through today,

Maybe it won’t hurt so much tomorrow.

I refuse to breakdown now, I have to be strong,

So I put on a brave smile and I bid him goodbye.

The sun is still shining and this time I understand why,

My life isn’t over just because I told him goodbye.

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poetry

No Cure for Love

You whisper words of love in my ear,

You know just when to say the right words,

That I want to hear.

I try to tell myself that I don’t care,

But who am I fooling because I want you here.

Impossible to live with you,

But if you go what will I do?

Mr. Heart breaker, smooth talking lover,

Your kisses leave me weak,

When you touch me I crumble at your feet.

You have magic in your touch,

You leave me wanting you so much.

You are like drugs and I am hooked.

 

I’ve got to find me a rehab,

I am intoxicated with love,

I need a cure for this malady.

That is taking control of me.

I need to clear my head,

They say there is no cure for love,

No prescription medication,

What do I do?  There is no cure,

I’m in love.

 

Make me one promise

That you will be gentle with my heart’

Handle it with care boy,

Don’t you dare tear it apart.

I try to resist you,

But when you touch me I crumble,

There is no use pretending,

I am hopelessly in love with you.

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poetry

Real Love

I may not have a big house
or a lot of money in the bank.
I might not have a fancy car,
but I’ve got lots of love for you boy.
I may not have the biggest boobs…
A lot of them are fake anyway,
but my love for you is real.
I don’t wear a lot of makeup,
and my hair is all mine,
cause I am the kind of girl,
who likes to keep it real.
So when you through chasing,
after artificial beauty,
just remember you have real love waiting,
and it was right here all along.

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poetry

This Thing Call Love

There are some things in life,
That you have to do alone,
There are no books to help or guide you,
You have to do it on your own,
And there are no easy answers,
To the questions in your mind,
The confusion of emotions,
Which makes everything hard to define.

You try so hard to understand it,
But nothing makes much sense,
And no matter how smart you are,
You can’t prevent it happening.
I guess it’s how you deal with it,
Wherein the answer lies,
You have to take control of your emotions,
Sometimes you have to smother what you feel in order to get by,
And despite the fact that no doctor can help you,
And no medication can,
Sometimes in life you have to fight this thing called love.

 

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Relationships

Happy Valentines Day Everyone

Love fires burn a tender flame,
Inextinguishable,
No matter the storm or rain,
A small spark,
A slow flame,
And then a blazing furnace,
When love fires burn.
Forest fires will eventually go out,
A candle will burn itself out,
The coal in the fireplace will go out,
Love fires once lit,
Will burn to eternity,
Love fires never go out.

 

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poetry

Solitude

As oft we moan and groan about our broken hearts,
Of the love we had and lost, of the one who was insincere,
And whose promises and words of love were false.

Yet there are those who have never loved,
Who have never known what it is like to have
a broken heart,
Some whose lips have never been kissed,
Who have never had arms to hold them tight,
Who have never felt the touch of a gentle caress,
Or experience the ecstasy of another body next to theirs,
The womb that never bore a child,
The breast that never suckled,
What is it like to go through life without once being touched?

Some wait and wait to find the perfect someone,
That never ever comes along,
Wasted years, waiting for something that doesn’t exist,
Some wait for that perfect husband,
To give them that perfect child,
A glimpse of him eventually appears,
But alas! It is too late because the childbearing days are gone,
So there still remains that uneven equation,
And the feeling that something is missing.

We live in an imperfect world and there is no such thing,
As a perfect someone,
For those who have never loved,
There is no missing something you have never experienced,
And though it may seem safer,
Is it really happier not to love,
Than to love and have your heart broken?
Not necessarily, because there will be no good times
to remember,
No memories to cherish, no one to reminisce about,
No experience to guide you,
What is it like to have lived and never loved?

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poetry

Lost Chance

I caught a glimpse of your face,
Saw the sad reflection of your smile,
And the longing in your eyes,
It spoke the question you were afraid to ask.
It is all so painful, the memories of the past.
When love was right before your eyes you chose not to see
Thinking only of your youth and the need to be free.
The years have gone by and you are all alone
You yearn for something that is no longer there.
Isn’t it funny how we never realize what we have
until we lose it?