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since she missed most of these rites of passage with her daughter and son. She had planned to cheer on the little darlings, had they lived. Darlene also had plans to cheer on her daughter as her husband put in his bid for President of United States. There was no way the slimy little bastard Nathalie married would be elected, which was also something they argued about.
“He did not earn his money honestly, which is going to come out,” Darlene told her daughter.
“You say that as if Dad earned his money; he inherited it...no rich man earns his money honestly Mother!” she said with extra venom in her voice.
“That is where you are wrong. The money we have, your father earned with investments. That husband of yours is going to use up your youth, break your heart, and leave you with two small children to raise,” Darlene told her before walking out of the room. She left the house to catch a plane to Arizona to chat to an Indian chief about tribal land rights; a Chief she can no longer remember his name.
It was the last conversation she had with her daughter. It was more than the conversation she had with her son. Darlene racked her brain for four years trying to remember if she had kissed George goodbye before he climbed in the minivan with their two children and two grandkids to go to the ball game.
The only thing she could remember was that she had never been George’s cheerleader. She had given birth twice, but she had never been a mother. Her life had been spent caring for the environment yet never understanding the world in which she existed. Hunger had altered her life course. A full belly and 5,500 square foot home had been the shrine in which George perched his trophy.
I was his trophy wife.
She made more money than he did and it was without question that he was in charge of the finances. He took care of all the details including her dry cleaning bill, the braces for the kids and even the family vacations. George had taken care of everything. Like a wind up doll he pointed her in the direction she should go and off she toddled taking on one cause after another.
After his death she found all the windfalls he had received for her legislative fights. Large sums of money had been paid to a non-profit he created as a shell company to receive the pay-offs. George never needed his parent’s money because he had accumulated millions of dollars in favors for the fights he selected for her.
The truth of her life with George is what took her down the dark path. The verity of his actions had kept her in that dark house for four years. The legitimacy about her purpose for saving the planet had been altered by her husband’s greed.
An ugliness crept up around her throat and nearly suffocated her each time she thought about how George used her for his own personal gain. Like an idiot she thought she was doing good for the planet and making a difference. She missed out on being a real mother to her children because she had inadvertently been his pawn.
Richard had wanted the same thing from her.
Cornell wanted a playmate in the bedroom.
Darrell had shown her a light.
It was Daniel who made her want to live.
It was just about twilight in Wyoming when Darlene stepped out on the balcony of the guest bedroom and listened to the coming of a new day. A new day that reminded her that she had never been happy in her marriage. Four years of sitting by yourself in a house that you hated was a agonizing reminder that there is a big difference in being fulfilled and being busy.
For the last 26 years, she had been busy. The excruciating realization that kept her in darkness for four years was the truth that she hadn’t been happy in a long time. She had simply been too busy to realize it.
Chapter Ten – Dusk to Dawn
T he quietness of the Monday morning settled around her ankles like an oversized furry cat, bringing warmth and a different kind of comfort. A nice warm cup of tea in hand,
“He did not earn his money honestly, which is going to come out,” Darlene told her daughter.
“You say that as if Dad earned his money; he inherited it...no rich man earns his money honestly Mother!” she said with extra venom in her voice.
“That is where you are wrong. The money we have, your father earned with investments. That husband of yours is going to use up your youth, break your heart, and leave you with two small children to raise,” Darlene told her before walking out of the room. She left the house to catch a plane to Arizona to chat to an Indian chief about tribal land rights; a Chief she can no longer remember his name.
It was the last conversation she had with her daughter. It was more than the conversation she had with her son. Darlene racked her brain for four years trying to remember if she had kissed George goodbye before he climbed in the minivan with their two children and two grandkids to go to the ball game.
The only thing she could remember was that she had never been George’s cheerleader. She had given birth twice, but she had never been a mother. Her life had been spent caring for the environment yet never understanding the world in which she existed. Hunger had altered her life course. A full belly and 5,500 square foot home had been the shrine in which George perched his trophy.
I was his trophy wife.
She made more money than he did and it was without question that he was in charge of the finances. He took care of all the details including her dry cleaning bill, the braces for the kids and even the family vacations. George had taken care of everything. Like a wind up doll he pointed her in the direction she should go and off she toddled taking on one cause after another.
After his death she found all the windfalls he had received for her legislative fights. Large sums of money had been paid to a non-profit he created as a shell company to receive the pay-offs. George never needed his parent’s money because he had accumulated millions of dollars in favors for the fights he selected for her.
The truth of her life with George is what took her down the dark path. The verity of his actions had kept her in that dark house for four years. The legitimacy about her purpose for saving the planet had been altered by her husband’s greed.
An ugliness crept up around her throat and nearly suffocated her each time she thought about how George used her for his own personal gain. Like an idiot she thought she was doing good for the planet and making a difference. She missed out on being a real mother to her children because she had inadvertently been his pawn.
Richard had wanted the same thing from her.
Cornell wanted a playmate in the bedroom.
Darrell had shown her a light.
It was Daniel who made her want to live.
It was just about twilight in Wyoming when Darlene stepped out on the balcony of the guest bedroom and listened to the coming of a new day. A new day that reminded her that she had never been happy in her marriage. Four years of sitting by yourself in a house that you hated was a agonizing reminder that there is a big difference in being fulfilled and being busy.
For the last 26 years, she had been busy. The excruciating realization that kept her in darkness for four years was the truth that she hadn’t been happy in a long time. She had simply been too busy to realize it.
Chapter Ten – Dusk to Dawn
T he quietness of the Monday morning settled around her ankles like an oversized furry cat, bringing warmth and a different kind of comfort. A nice warm cup of tea in hand,
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