One small crack doesn’t mean you are broken, it means you were put to the test and didn’t fall apart. – Linda PoindexterMonday morning, Jolene woke up bruised and sore. She knew somewhere in the back of her mind that she needed to leave. She’d heard the stories all of her life. It would only get worse. She could talk to Bunny. She was a counselor at the Family Advocacy Center. Had just finished her thesis for her doctorate in psychology. Bunny would know… Did Bunny already know? Did her family know? Were they ashamed of her? If she left, would her family be supportive? Or would they tell her to go back? Just like the preacher had.“God makes a family. He doesn’t want you to leave your husband. He doesn’t want you to get divorced.”She could still hear his condemning words. Could still feel the shame at wanting to quit. Feel his hands on her as he prayed for her to learn to trust and listen to her husband. Her heart pointed out that she loved him. And he loved her. Most of the tim
Don’t let the concept of change scare you as much as the concept of remaining unhappy. – Timber HawkeyeReese laughed to himself when he was seated at the table he had been at with Tru a week or so ago. And of course, the maître de told them that their server would be Andrews. “I have the utmost of discretion. She will hear nothing from me, sir.” Andrews whispered to Reese when Helen excused herself to the bathroom. Reese just smiled and let him think whatever the man wanted. When Helen returned, Reese stood up and helped her into her chair. “I was here a few weeks ago on a blind date that one of my sisters set up.” Reese grinned as he sat back down across from her. “Ironically, with an ex that she didn’t know about. We had the same waiter and debated if his name was Andrews because there were two of them.”“Were there?” Helen asked with a grin. “Sadly, no.” He replied solemnly and then grinned. “Tru and I had a good laugh.”“How come it didn’t work out between you two?” Helen ask
She was brave and strong and broken all at once. – Anna FunderReese and Helen talked all through dinner. He told her about growing up with parents who couldn’t seem to make up their minds on spouses. And being the only boy among all of the kids. She carefully sidestepped questions about her. Until the dam broke and it all came out. “My mom died in childbirth with my little brother, he died a few days later. Dad never could look at me without seeing her. He married a woman so that I had a mom. Coralynn did not like me. The older I got, the more I looked like my mom and the more dad stayed away. The more he stayed away, the meaner Coralynn got.”“By meaner, do you mean abusive?” Reese asked gently and she nodded. “I didn’t realize it at the time. I just thought that I was bad.” Helen looked at her plate as tears filled her eyes. Reese moved his chair around the small table until he was next to her. Placing an arm around her shoulders, he gently pulled her into him. Helen leaned int
You’ve outgrown the old you. You’re uncomfortable because your old life doesn’t fit anymore. – Leighann HeilReese pulled into the driveway and was glad to see that Dean was back home. He parked in his spot and went to open the door for Helen. She was nervous and he could tell. They walked to his front door with his hand at the small of her back.He punched in the code to his door and pushed it open. Sitting on his couch, watching another slasher movie, was Dean. “Hey, Uncle O- Miss Helen!” Dean squealed as she ran over and hugged the woman. “Hi, did you have fun at the dance?” Helen asked hugging her back. “I did. I had a blast. The idiot that dumped me had a miserable time. All the single chaperones and teachers spent all night hitting on Uncle Owen.” She smiled up at her uncle. “I so approve.”“I’m glad I have the approval of my sixteen year old niece.” Reese said hugging the teen. “And we’ll discuss it later, go to bed.”“OK, but-.”“Dean.” Reese warned. “Right. Thick thighs,
A soul mate isn’t someone who completes you. No, a soul mate is someone who inspires you to complete yourself. – Bianca SparacinoDean entered Reese’s house the following morning to get details about his date. Obviously it went well since he broke his own rule and brought her home. Dean’s plan was to do what she did most mornings, snuggle up next to him in bed and talk until it was time for her to leave. Except, when she got to his room, Miss Helen was still there. He lay on his back and her head was on his shoulder. He had an arm around her and his other hand held hers against his chest. They were both still dressed.Quietly, she snapped a picture and then walked out of the house. She sent a quick message to the group chat simply labeled ‘King’s Princesses.’ But the picture was hers.Almost immediately, there were questions about the new Queen. Dean said she didn’t know much, but they were asleep in his bed. Cheryl asked if it was his bed or the other bed. They all knew about the s
Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destination. – Zig Ziglar“What do you want me to do with these other dresses?” Helen asked walking into the open living area. “Do you like them?” Reese asked plating two egg white vegetarian omelets. “Yes.”“Hang them up in my closet. I’ll make some room for you this afternoon.” He carried the plates over to the table that already had coffee, juice and water waiting for them. “Are you sure? I might not-.”“You said that you enjoyed last night.” He slowly moved towards her.“Yes.” She felt like prey.“You said you enjoyed waking up with me this morning.” He grinned and moved closer as she stepped back.“Yes.” She was definitely prey.“Would you like to do it again? Because I would.” Her back hit the wall and his hands went on the wall caging her in. She blushed and nodded her head."Use your words, sweet mermaid." He softly commanded. "Yes." She breathed out. “Then go hang them up.” He brushed a light kiss on her lips before pushing away
Challenges are what make life interesting and overcoming them is what makes life meaningful. – Joshua J. MarineTy had been with the fire department for just over ten years. He loved it. As a hellion in his youth, he ended up doing community service with the fire department. It was an agreement made between the chief, Ty and his parents. He had been seventeen when his friends dared him to spray paint the garage door at the fire house. Being young, dumb and thinking he was cool, he did it. And got caught almost as soon as he started. By the chief, no less. Twelve thirty at night and his parents had to pick him up. Chief Konuk gave him a choice. Call the police. Or community service over summer. He chose community service.Even when his time had been completed, he still hung around. Saturdays and school holidays, you could find him at station three. The crews presented him with an official department polo with his name and trainee on it.When he graduated high school, he received the
What you do makes a difference. And you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make. – Jane GoodallJD had talked his mom into playing a game with him. It had been a long time since they had sat down across from each other. Helen grinned and when he looked back at the board, he saw his mistake. “King me.” She said after her move and collecting the four pieces she had jumped. “Ugh. Now I remember why I quit playing with you.” He teased as he kinged her piece.“Really?” she said pointing at his large collection of her pieces and his two kings.“You still have pieces!” he pointed out with a grin. “Five pieces does not make a checkers game.” She replied.“You just got four of my pieces and kinged. I’d say it does.” He got a look of deep thought for just a moment. “Would I be making you a king? Or a queen?”“Fine. Queen me.” Helen laughed as she stood up to go refill her water. “Mom, I don’t know if I told you, I’m really proud of you.” She stopped and leaned against the c