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"The Products of Love"


Prologue
What makes a love story?

By Mustang Patty

What is the definition of a love story? Do all love stories have to include a love that endures forever? Is there a time requirement for something to be considered a love story? Or is love the common theme that unites relationships whether they be short lived or go on for all time?

This love story, if that's how one would define it, endures in its own way over several decades. The two people are entwined by a product of their love -- a child. Though neither one of them raised this little boy, he is the common thread in both of their stories.

Jenny, our heroine, falls madly in love. She fantasizes about a life-long commitment from the very start. Ron, perhaps wrongly carrying the role of the antagonist, is simply entranced by a lovely girl with beautiful eyes and a winning smile.

After reading this work, it is up to you to determine if this was love, or merely lust. Are there lessons to be learned? What could have been different for the story to end on a happier note?

Thank you for reading and your willingness to come along for the ride.

~patty~

Author Notes thanks to David Ruhl for the use of 'Hearts on Ice' to enhance the story.
I wrote this story based on a friend's recollections. I've known her for over thirty years and I was there at the beginning. Through the magic of the internet and free long distance, I've been able to hear the whole story.

With her permission, I've developed a story line based on what happened between her and her lover. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.


Chapter 1
Good Love Gone Wrong

By Mustang Patty

                    So wonderfully sweet; the beginning,

                    The moonlight walks and soft pillow talks,

                    Ecstasy in each other's arms,

                    Powerful pull between them,

                    There's never enough time,

                    Longing for a touch,

                    Just filling time

                    Till they meet

                    again

                    Love

                 
                    Hate

                    Swearing

                    To never

                    Darken his door

                    Never speak his name

                    Escape; go far away

                    Leave the memories of love

                    Flee the temptation of his voice

                    Find a new life, a shiny new love.

                    Bury the pain; heal the wound, forget him

Author Notes thank you David Ruhl for the use of your artwork, 'Heart on Ice'

For this poem, I chose to create a Double Reversed Etheree

The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Get creative and write an Etheree with more than one verse, but follow suit with an inverted syllable count.
Reversed Etheree: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Double Etheree: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
...Triple Etheree, Quadruple Etheree, and so on!


Chapter 2
Love Begins

By Mustang Patty

Their love story started out so sweet.  They both worked in the shipyard and their paths crossed every morning.  For several days, he trailed behind her and just watched the way she walked.  She was a wonderful sight. 

It was rare to see the same person two days in a row.  The shipyard was so large and employed over twelve thousand, parking was limited, and it was difficult to park in the same place every day.  Most people never used the same gate on consecutive days.  Jenny just happened to find a spot far enough away from the gate that she didn't have to compete for it each morning.  She enjoyed the walk, and now, she had his smiling face to look forward to each day.
 
One day, she parked her car later than usual, and she came to the corner of Vine and First Street just as he was crossing the street.  Their eyes met and both hearts skipped a beat.  Neither one of them shy, they started a conversation.
 
"Hi.  Don't I know you from somewhere?"
 
She chuckled and replied, "We see one another on the bus at lunchtime occasionally, but I'm afraid I don't know your name."
 
Sticking out his hand, "I'm Ron Grimley, and you?"
 
"I'm Jenny Austin.  Pleased to meet'cha."
 
"I work in the Carpentry shop.  What do you do?"
 
"I work in Supply.  I'm in charge of training everyone on the new computer systems."
 
"Wow!  That's a big job.  You look smart.  I bet you have a college degree and everything."
 
She blushed at his compliment and boldness.  "Well, I do, in fact, but your job sounds much more fascinating.  Are you a journeyman carpenter?"
 
"Yeah, and I do most of the woodwork on the ships.  I make the fancy stuff for the captain's quarters."
 
With admiration in her eyes, she looked into his deep blue eyes.  "Wow.  You must be pretty good at what you do, huh?"
 
"Yeah, I guess so."
 
They continued their small talk as they walked through the gate of the shipyard.  When they came to her building, they parted ways.
 
"See ya tomorrow!" they both spoke in unison.  Laughing, Jenny entered her building with a broad smile across her face.
 
A few days later, he had to run to catch up to her.  "Jenny!  I want to show you something."
 
She turned to wait for him, and was surprised to see he was holding a plaque in his hand.  "I made something for you at work the other day.  I was working with the staple gun and when the staples got stuck, I noticed they made some interesting shapes.  So, I put this together."
 
Looking at the plaque, she could see he had put the twisted staples in the order of the alphabet.  It was a tiny bit hard to make out some of the letters, but they were all there.  "Wow…this is really cool."
 
"I want you to have it."  He handed her the plaque which was stained and sanded with each staple glued carefully.  It was offered in the way a small boy gave something to the first girl he knew.
 
"Thank you, Ron.  But, I don't have anything to give you, and my work doesn't really allow me to make anything."
 
"Yeah, but you could go out with me."
 
She dropped her head, and raised it slowly.  Her deep brown eyes were hooded by the length of her lashes.  A slow smile came to her lips, "I never thought you'd ask."

to be continued...

 

Author Notes thank you Susan F.M.T for the lovely picture of a shipyard. It fit this story well.

I wrote this story based on a friend's recollections. I've known her for over thirty years and I was there at the beginning. Through the magic of the internet and free long distance, I've been able to hear the whole story.

With her permission, I've developed a story line based on what happened between her and her lover. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.


Chapter 3
First Date

By Mustang Patty

Their first date was nothing short of magical.  The whole evening was well planned and Ron treated Jenny with every respect.  Still, she was feeling uneasy.  During the week leading up to their date, she had put her ear to the ground of the shipyard gossip.  Word on the street was that Ron was a loner, girl chaser, and stand-offish.
 
Jenny had a difficult time matching her research with the man sitting across from her.  He was telling her about his latest project on one of the ships.  He took a napkin and sketched the delicate lines of the cabinet he was building and described the wood in loving terms.  She couldn't help but smile at his excitement over the project.
 
Candlelight from around the room bounced with the flickering on the walls.  Jenny was entranced with the beauty of the dining room.  The food was delicious and Ron had ordered just the right wine to go with the steaks.  She sipped the soothing grape, and contemplated the man in front of her.  She now knew he owned several of the little houses on his block, and he rented them out.  Additionally, he owned a small building where he housed his wood working tools.  He had done quite well for himself since he started working at the shipyard straight out of high school.
 
"Would you like to go for a walk after dinner?"
 
Breaking from her deep thoughts and contemplation, Jenny answered, "That would be lovely."
 
He paid the check and reached for her hand.  They walked out into the starlit night.  The breeze from the sound was gently blowing and the air felt wonderful.  The restaurant was on the edge of the water, and their footsteps took them down the dock.  Across the way were the lights of the shipyard.  It dominated the waterfront, and it seemed that you really couldn't get away from it.  It did look pretty from the Port Orchard side.
 
Pushing aside her doubts, Jenny looked up at the tall and lanky man at her side. The cologne he used was wonderful, and she loved to watch his hands.  Right now, her eyes were staring at his lips and wondering when or if he would try to kiss her.
 
Turned out, she didn't have to wait long.  He was staring at her, too.  When their eyes met, his wandered down to her lips, and he leaned in.  The kiss was long, deep, and very exciting. 
His kisses were like a sweet drug; she was helplessly hooked and totally taken to another plane.  She gripped the back of his neck to keep him from stopping the kiss, and they remained on the dock for quite some time.
 
When they came up for air, he whispered in her ear, "Do you want to go back to my place?"
 
She could only nod.  Her knees were weak and she felt like she was no longer in charge of herself.  She only knew she wanted to be closer to him.  He was the most beautiful and exciting man she'd ever known.  She wanted him with her entire being.
 
On the drive back to his house, she allowed her thoughts to run on a path to love.  She envisioned how they would date for a very short time.  They would run off to Coeur d'Alene, Idaho, to be married and they would move into a beautiful house.  He would tell her to stop working once their first child was born.  They would be happy forever.
 
Laughing at herself, she waited for him to open her car door.  She looked at his tasteful little house and felt overwhelmed by his ability to get things done.  He was only three years older than she, and he had already accomplished so much.  He really was wonderful.  It would be great to spend a life with someone this stable and steady.
 
They went into his house, and the love affair of her life began.

to be continued...

 
 
 

Author Notes picture taken by the author of a house similar to Ron's according to Jenny.
I wrote this story based on a friend's recollections. I've known her for over thirty years and I was there at the beginning. Through the magic of the internet and free long distance, I've been able to hear the whole story.

With her permission, I've developed a story line based on what happened between her and her lover. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.


Chapter 4
Romance in the Shipyard

By Mustang Patty

The Carpentry shop in the shipyard was on one side of the grounds and the building housing the supply department was on the other.  Ron would catch the Shipyard Shuttle at the beginning of his lunchtime and the bus would stop by Jenny's building on the way to the cafeteria.  The two lovebirds would greet one another with a kiss and hold hands while they were riding.
 
Jenny made lunch for them every day and they only went to the cafeteria for cold drinks.  Their chatter was overheard by the eavesdropping gossips and their story was told everywhere.  From the drydocks to the shops, anyone who knew them knew they were dating.  They were such a handsome couple, it seemed everyone knew them or wanted to.  Their romance was a big deal.
 
In the days before cell phones, if lovers wanted to chat on company phones, there needed to be a cover story.
 
"Code 513, Jenny speaking.  How can I help you?"
 
"I, uh, need some parts for the project I'm working on.  Can you help me with that?"
 
Recognizing Ron's voice, Jenny decided to play along.  "What kind of parts do you need?"
 
"Well, I need some soft lips and a deliciously curved…"
 
"Sir, this is a business line!"  They both laughed and he ended their call, "Just wanted to hear your voice.  See ya tonight."
 
She hung up the phone and immediately felt several pairs of eyes on her.  There were no cubicles in their office; just a bunch of desks pushed together in the warehouse.  Her curious co-workers, women all older than her, were waiting for some sort of explanation.
 
"He just wanted to hear my voice, guys.  No biggie.  I think he just pines away for me all day."  She said the last while batting her lashes and the women all started giggling.
 
"Do you think this is serious, Jenny?  Everyone says he is a bit of a playboy.  No one has seen him date any one girl for too long."
 
Another chimed in, "We wouldn't want to see you get hurt, dear.  You just seem so over the moon about him.  Of course, he is handsome, and I imagine he'd be quite the catch, but do you think YOU could hold onto him?"
 
Inwardly, Jenny was cursing her luck to be working in a place where there were only women.  It seemed that most women reveled in the misfortune of others.  These old biddies really couldn't stand the notion of anyone being happy.  Why couldn't they just let her be?
 
"I don't know if I can hold him.  I do know I'm going to enjoy every minute of the time we have together.  Right now, I'm going to get back to work."  She hoped this would get the ladies' minds back on their own work and off her business.
 
Finally, the work day was over.  As she stood in line to punch out, her thoughts turned to the evening ahead.  It was their six-month anniversary.  She had a wonderful meal planned.  She just needed to stop by her house, change clothes and pick up the groceries.  Ron's kitchen was much more fun to cook in.
 
Freshly showered, grocery bags in hand, she headed out the door.  Her phone started ringing as she was locking the door, but she ignored it.  She was already running late.
 
As she pulled up to Ron's house, she was surprised to see a small truck in the driveway.  Her brow was creased with curiosity as she let herself in.  She was totally unprepared to see another woman sitting on the couch.  She was holding a glass of wine and talking to Ron as if they were good, good friends.
Ron stood up hurriedly and looked like a rat in a trap.  He started to stammer, "I tried to call you.  I, um…this is Veronica.  She's an, uh, old friend."
 
"Oh, I'm much more than an old friend, aren't I Ron?  I mean we've always been much more than friends," Veronica purred from the couch.
 
Jenny was flabbergasted.  Without thinking too much, "Oh, I see you have company.  I'll just go then."  She pulled the door closed behind her.  She started walking down the sidewalk, sure that Ron would come after her.
 
She got all the way to the car and he hadn't come.  Folding herself into the driver's seat, she felt as though she'd been pulled through a sieve.  Her throat was dry and she could barely breathe.  Turning the key in the ignition, she headed towards home.  She was determined to drive right out of his life.

to be continued...

 

Author Notes photo taken by the author on a recent zoo visit. Duck romances are fun to watch.

I wrote this story based on a friend's recollections. I've known her for over thirty years and I was there at the beginning. Through the magic of the internet and free long distance, I've been able to hear the whole story.

With her permission, I've developed a story line based on what happened between her and her lover. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.


Chapter 5
What the Heart Wants

By Mustang Patty


Sitting at her unusually messy desk, Jenny tried to keep her mind on her work.  She couldn't stop thinking about the loss of love.  She hurt more than she ever had after a break-up.  Missing him on a constant basis, her usual tidy life was turned upside down.  Her mood complimented the grey walls of the warehouse and her pallor wasn't much brighter. 
 
Interestingly, Ron continued to call.  Fresh flowers were delivered to her every few days at work.  Not bearing to be able to throw them away, she was forced to look at them.  While her days were uncomfortable, the nights were worse.  She longed for his kisses and the feel of his hands on her body.
 
After a few weeks, the flowers stopped coming.  There were no longer any messages on the machine at home.  He finally got the message that she was done.  Conflicted with the emotions of relief and alarm, Jenny continued to mourn the loss.  She had given her whole heart to him. 
 
Seeing the bags under her eyes, the women in the office were somewhat concerned.  After telling her, "I told you so," for the first few days, they realized she was truly hurting, and they regretted giving her such a hard time. 
 
"Hey, Jenny.  Why don't we all go to lunch?" one woman suggested.
 
Everyone started to chime in and plans were made to head down to the cafeteria together.  Since the shipyard closed for lunchtime, they could all leave together for the allotted forty-two minutes.  Jenny felt a bit light-hearted for the first time in a while.
 
Stepping out into the sun, Jenny took a breath of fresh air.  Truly thankful for the women she worked with for the first time in almost ever, she rejoiced in their offer of friendship.  Looking over at Patty, her constant friend, they shared a secret smile.  Neither of them had a great deal of love for the other women in the office, but they acknowledged everyone was really trying.
 
The bus was crowded and the women weren't all able to get seats together.  They still managed to carry on a conversation over the heads of the other passengers.
 
"Oh, this really is lovely.  Why don't we do this more often?"
 
"Because you're too cheap to go out to lunch!"  This comment was met by raucous laughter and the mood was set for the outing.
 
Jenny's stomach tightened as they walked into the cafeteria.  She lost track of her companions' conversation as her eyes settled on Ron.  It was the first time they'd seen each other in weeks. 
 
He was sitting by himself, and his eyes met hers from across the room.  He raised his eyebrows questioning if she would come and talk, but she averted her eyes.  Swirling emotions spun through her head and she suddenly felt dizzy.  Why did he have to be here now?
 
"Uh, guys.  I, uh, need to get out of here.  I think I'm going to be sick."
 
The women turned to look at Jenny's pale face and quickly turned around to head outside.  They barely made it before Jenny vomited just outside the door.  Napkins and tissues were pushed towards her and one of the women rushed back to the cafeteria to get her some cold water.
 
Patty, kneeled beside her.  "Are you okay?  Do you think you need to go home?"
 
"No, I actually feel better now that I've puked."
 
Both women suddenly looked at one another as a horrible idea popped into both their heads.
 
"You don't think you might be…"
 
"No.  It's totally out of the question.  I was taking care of things."
 
The subject was dropped and they didn't talk about it…for now.


to be continued...

Author Notes thank you Susan F.M.T. for the use of your photo, ILV Granuaile.

I wrote this story based on a friend's recollections. I've known her for over thirty years and I was there at the beginning. Through the magic of the internet and free long distance, I've could hear the whole story.

With her permission, I've developed a story line based on what happened between her and her lover. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.


Chapter 6
Pain of a Lost Love

By Mustang Patty

From the end of the last chapter;
 
"No, I actually feel better now that I've puked," Jenny told Patty.
 
Both women suddenly looked at one another as a horrible idea popped into both their heads.
 
"You don't think you might be…"
 
"No!  It's totally out of the question.  I was taking care of things…"
 
The subject was dropped and they didn't talk about it…for now.
 

The edge of the dock was covered with droppings from pigeons and gulls.  A cool breeze blew off the water, and voices of the sailors onboard the ships could be heard in the distance.  The sun was continuing its daily descent, and though the sunset hadn't started yet, the wispy clouds on the horizon hinted at its beauty. 
 
Ron sat on the weathered bench and reviewed the events of the day.  Somehow, things were worse than yesterday.  He felt some hope then.  After seeing her in the cafeteria and watching her leave as soon as they made eye contact, he was sure it was over.
 
He had never been in a serious relationship.  Oh, there were girls and women before.  They never stayed around for long, and he didn't care.  His life was fine just the way it was; until he met Jenny.  She brought so much into his life.  For the first time in years, he counted on someone else.  Wanting to hear about her day, and he loved telling her about his, their daily conversations were full and interesting.  She genuinely cared about his projects at home and at work.  She was special; a treasure.
 
Their relationship was far different than anything he'd ever experienced.  For most of the six months they were together, there wasn't any sex.  Jenny made it very clear that she wouldn't sleep with him until there was love.  She didn't sleep around, and she wouldn't start with him.  So, they became good friends.  He learned to enjoy picnics, movies, and long conversations about life.  He told her things he'd never shared with anyone else.  And finally, he told her in a lover's whisper that he knew they had a future; she no longer held back her love and they shared one glorious night.
 
What did guys do when a woman was mad at them?  He had never tried to heal a relationship before.  Flowers and candy seemed to work in the movies – or was that only because the situation needed to be wrapped up in one-hundred and twenty minutes?  The truth was Ron didn't have a clue about making up with someone.  He didn't want to ask any of his friends.  They all thought he had everything.  He didn't want to admit that this one woman had become the center of his life. 
 
Why did Veronica have to ruin everything?  The curse of his half-sister was a complication in his life he didn't share with Jenny or anyone.  How do you explain to anyone that your supposedly straight-laced father was a philanderer?  Ron's shame about Veronica dated back to the first time he found out about her.  She found him.  It seemed to delight her that she could make his life so miserable.  The shakedown was simple.  He gave her money so she wouldn't reveal her identity to his mother.
 
Veronica must have considered it a bonus that she ruined a relationship.  He couldn't run after Jenny that night because he didn't want Veronica to know how important she was.  He now knew that was a mistake.  Despite the flowers and repeated phone calls, Jenny wouldn't speak to him.  He'd never had a chance to explain.  It was his stubborn streak that made him stop sending the flowers.  He didn't want to waste time trying to call anymore – it was obvious she didn't want to speak to him.  Why was she so mad?  It wasn't as if she'd walked in on him in bed with someone else. 
 
He had to make her listen.  Maybe the problem was the flowers and phone calls didn't allow them to meet face to face.  Ron suddenly knew he needed to go to her apartment and talk to her.  He could explain and make Jenny listen to reason.  He had to get her back.  He was hopelessly in love.
 

 

Author Notes I wrote this story based on a friend's recollections. I've known her for over thirty years and I was there at the beginning of this story. Through the magic of the internet and free long distance, I've could hear the whole story.

With her permission, I've developed a story line based on what happened between her and her lover. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.


Chapter 7
When Love turns to Hate

By Mustang Patty

From the last chapter:
He [Ron] had to make her listen.  Maybe the problem was the flowers and phone calls didn't allow them to meet face to face.  Ron suddenly knew he needed to go to her apartment and talk to her.  Then, he could explain and make Jenny listen to reason.  He had to get her back.  Hopelessly in love, he did his best to come up with a plan to talk to her.

 
While Jenny was furiously cleaning her apartment, music thumped with the heavy bass from her stereo.  She simply had to do something to get the image of Ron out of her head.  Earlier that day in the cafeteria, he looked like he was actually hurting?  Could that even be true?  No, he was the one who was obviously lying about his love for her – why else would he have been with that…that woman?
 
Despite her intention to protect her heart, she had actually slept with him.  While it was undoubtedly the best sex she'd ever known, though she didn't have much to compare it with, she felt awful about it now.  Did he really think so little of her that just two days after they'd made love, he felt free to wander?  How could he have forgotten the words he's said to her that night?  Anger ignited and shame colored her cheeks.  He had played her for the fool.
 
Her mind, heart, and body were just sick about it all.  She continually felt queasy and her appetite was totally off.  The past six weeks had been very dismal.
 
Thinking that she heard something, Jenny went and turned down the stereo.  Yes…there it was--a knock on the door.  Wiping her hands on the dust rag, she opened the door.  Emotions of surprise and then scorn erupted in her brain.
 

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Ron felt his heart leap in his chest at the sight of her.  Jenny's face was beautiful even without any makeup.  While her face didn't show gladness that he was there, it was still wonderful to be so close to her.  He was mesmerized by her beauty, and so thankful she had opened the door.
 
Thrusting out the flowers he held in his hand, he murmured, "These are for you."
 
She didn't take them from him.  Instead, her face turned beet red and her eyes narrowed.  Irish roots betrayed her and brought sparks and temper to the forefront.  Her voice was taut and restrained, "Maybe, you'd better come in so we can talk.  I don't want my neighbors to know my business."
 
As soon as the door was closed behind him, he felt her wrath.
 
"What good do you think these will do?" she hissed as she knocked the flowers to the floor.  Her anger felt like another being in the room.  Wild energy surrounded her as her voice rose with each word.
 
"Do you really think flowers will do any good?  Do you not realize how much you hurt me?  How could you?  I thought we were in a serious relationship.  Why else would I have slept with you?  I told you I needed a commitment before that could happen.  You told me you saw a future for us – you practically proposed!  Why?"
 
Trying to comprehend the barrage of questions, he searched for the answers.  His mind processing the scene in front of him, he was at a loss.  He had planned to tell her all about Veronica.  He couldn't stand the screaming and anger.  Never having been in an adult relationship, he didn't understand the pain or the fighting.  He had no clue as to what happened when people made up.  In his heart, this could never be made right. 
 
Stubborn pride got in the way.  Feelings of anger and resentment rose to the top.  Who was she to assume the worst about him?  Why didn't he have the right to have a glass of wine with a friend?  He hadn't done anything wrong and she wouldn't allow him to explain.  He would set her straight.
 
"I didn't lie and I didn't set out to hurt you.  You aren't even giving me a chance to explain.  I'm not the man you seem to see in me.  And, um, I did not practically propose.  There wasn't a ring, was there?"
 
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Jenny couldn't believe her ears.  Was he angry with her for being upset?  What?  She was the injured party.  How on earth could he be saying these things?  Was there a ring?  How dare he?  Didn't he remember the words he'd whispered in her ear?
 
"I've never felt this way about anyone and I never will again.  You bring all the joy and wonder to my life I've always wanted.  Jenny…you're the one for me."
 
Angry tears sprang to her eyes, but she did her best to hold them back.  She would not allow him to see her cry.  She wouldn't let a splotchy red face be his last memory of her.
 
She drew a deep breath, and rose to her full height of five foot four.  "You are the most horrible person I've ever known Ronald Grimley!  You were the one who threw everything away.  You were the one that cheated on me just a few days after we made love.  You ruined this.  And, you can't get it back.  I'm done."
 
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Angrier more than he could remember, Ron didn't feel hurt or loss.  He only wanted to hurt her like she hurt him.  "Well, I guess it is over then," he choked out.  "I will leave now, and it goes back to before we ever knew each other.  If you see me in the shipyard, just ignore me because I will certainly ignore you." 
 
With those words, he turned and grabbed the door knob.  Would she try to stop him?  Would her tears fall and bring back the lovely girl he once knew?  Hesitating for just a moment, he hoped beyond hope.  Turning to look at her, he saw she hadn't moved, nor had the anger dissipated.
 
His heart hardened and he made himself just hate her.  It was the only way he could find the strength to walk out the door.  "Goodbye Jenny Austin.  It was fun while it lasted."
 
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Watching the door close behind the man she had once loved with all her heart absolutely destroyed her.  She let the tears begin to flow and emotions ran through her body.  As the adrenaline dissolved, she felt herself going limp.  She crumpled to the floor and released her sadness, anger, shame, and feelings of loss.
 
A good cry would usually help, but all Jenny felt was nauseous.  Running to the bathroom, she felt everything she'd eaten that day come up and out.  Lying on the floor with her head against the cold porcelain of the toilet, she realized it was over.
 
Sick, tired, and feeling depleted, she did the only thing she could do.  She decided to hate him.  If she felt that way, she could move on.
 
 
…to be continued
 

 

 

Author Notes thank you to Susan F.M.T for the use of her artwork

I wrote this story based on a friend's recollections. I've known her for over thirty years and I was there at the beginning of this story. Through the magic of the internet and free long distance, I've been able to hear about the whole story.

With her permission, I've developed a story line based on what happened between her and her lover. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.

Cast of Characters;

Jenny Austin; a twenty-three-year-old who works in the Puget Sound Naval Shipyard as a Supply Clerk.

Ron Grimsley; a twenty-seven-year-old who also works in the Shipyard as a Journeyman Carpenter.

Patty; Jenny's best friend


Chapter 8
Failing a Test

By Mustang Patty






The story so far…
 
Jenny and Ron met on their way to work in the shipyard.  He worked at one end of the shipyard and she worked in a building closer to the gate they went in together.  After flirting and talking for several weeks, Ron finally asked Jenny out.
 
Their first date was magical, and it was the beginning of a wonderful six months or so of dating.  Jenny warned Ron that there wouldn't be any sex until they were in a committed relationship.  She remained true to her word.  Ron finally told her he loved her and expressed his belief that they had something that would last.
 
The feelings of elation for Jenny were dispelled the very next day.  She arrived at Ron's house, after ignoring her ringing phone as she left the house.  When she let herself in, she found Ron sitting with a strange woman.  Unbeknown to her, this was Ron' half-sister who had been blackmailing him for years.
 
She left the house with a broken heart, and Ron didn't follow her.  He was at a total loss as to what to do.
 
The misunderstandings continued and the couple drifted further and further apart.
 

From the last chapter:
Watching the door close behind the man she had once loved with all her heart absolutely destroyed her.  She let the tears begin to flow and emotions ran through her body.  As the adrenaline dissolved, she felt herself going limp.  She crumpled to the floor and released her sadness, anger, shame, and feelings of loss.
 
A good cry would usually help, but all Jenny felt was nauseous.  Running to the bathroom, she felt everything she'd eaten that day come up and out.  Lying on the floor with her head against the cold porcelain of the toilet, she realized it was over.
 
Sick, tired, and feeling depleted, she did the only thing she could do.  She decided to hate him.  If she felt that way, she could move on.
 

----------@>>

It felt like it was taking forever for Patty to get to her apartment.  Jenny continually looked out the window for Patty's bright orange VW bug.  Her palms were sweaty and her heart was beating unusually fast.  So much was at stake.
 
Last night, she and Patty hatched a plan.  Since Bremerton was such a small town and you couldn't go anywhere where you wouldn't run into someone from the shipyard, they both knew to purchase a pregnancy test, Patty would have to go to Tacoma.  The test was bought, and now she just needed to follow the directions of the mini science kit to find out if she was indeed pregnant.
 
Of course, she realized all the signs were there.  Maybe she purposely ignored the symptoms.  What if she were pregnant?  Would that change things?  She wouldn't allow herself to think about it.  There would be an answer within the next hour.
 
Hearing the whining engine of Patty's car, Jenny felt herself relax a little.  She looked at the container holding her 'first morning's urine,' and hoped there was enough.  Patty hadn't told her how much urine they would need for the test.  She'd only read from the directions a bit, and both women were questioning whether they could follow the complex instructions.
 
"I'm so glad you're finally here," Jenny whimpered as she let Patty into the apartment.
 
"Finally?  Jenny, it's only seven o'clock on a Saturday morning.  I should be asleep for at least another hour or so."
 
"Okay.  Let's get started.  Should we do the test in the bathroom?"
 
"Yeah, that would probably be best."
 
They set up the little test kit, and followed the directions.  They needed to wait a full thirty minutes to see if a small ring would form at the bottom of the test tube.  A mirror was on the bottom of the stand to help see whether one would show up or not.  Jenny set the timer in her kitchen and both women just looked at one another.
 
"What are we going to do for half an hour?"
 
"Why don't we make a pot of coffee?  I know I could use some."  Patty flopped on the couch and thought of the best way she could distract her friend while they waited.
 
"Jenny, did you bring home any of the coding we were working on this week?"
 
"No, we decided we weren't going to do that anymore, remember?"
 
"Okay.  Do you have the latest People magazine?" she asked hopefully.
 
"Yeah.  It was in yesterday's mail.  Why?"
 
"I'm sure we can find enough celebrity gossip to fill up the time we need to wait.  Don't you think?"
 
Jenny retrieved the copy of People and they sat on the couch and read about the rising star, Tom Cruise, his new movie, "Risky Business," and the release of Michael Jackson's new album, 'Thriller.'  They looked at all the pictures depicting what to wear and what not.  They began to laugh and then the timer in the kitchen went off.
 
The laughter abruptly stopped.  Jenny cringed and looked at her friend, "Would you mind going in there to look?  I don't think I can."
 
Patty disappeared into the bathroom and came back about two minutes later.  "Yes, we have a ring.  You, my dear, are definitely pregnant."
 
Even though she expected it, Jenny felt her stomach drop.  She was going to have a baby. 

Despite everything that had happened, it was a child she created with a man she loved, even if she wasn't sure if he truly loved her.  Her heart was already forming an attachment to the little being she carried within.
 
"Oh no."
 
"What?" said Patty, as she joined her friend on the couch.  She put an arm around her to offer some comfort.
 
"How am I going to tell Ron?  We aren't even speaking.  I just can't believe this happened after one time.  This is so bad."
 
"You do have to tell him.  It needs to be soon, but it doesn't have to be right this minute.  You need to give yourself some time.  What do you plan to do?"
 
"Do?" asked Jenny.  "I'm going to have the baby, why?"
 
"Well, Roe versus Wade was legalized, and now, you have choices.  Do you want to have the baby?"
 
"I can't believe you would even bring that up.  Of course, I want to have this baby.  Maybe Ron will be excited.  Maybe we will find a way to work things out.  Maybe…"
 
"Don't set yourself up for disappointment.  I'm bringing it up because he hasn't been the greatest guy you've ever dated.  Not even close.  In fact, he has been a jerk ever since you guys had sex.  You may have to bring up this baby by yourself."
 
"Maybe I should call him now.  With you here, I can get through it…no matter what he says."
 
She went to the phone and dialed Ron's number.  He picked up after two rings, so she knew he had been up for a while.  "Hi Ron.  It's Jenny.  I have something to tell you."
 
   
 
 

Author Notes thank you for the wonderful artwork, ILV Granuaile by Susan F. M. T. It is the perfect compliment to this story about love in the shipyard.

Cast of Characters;

Jenny Austin - our protagonist. A young woman who works in the shipyard and has fallen in love.

Ron Grimsely - A confused young man who isn't really sure how to handle his first time in love.

Patty - Jenny's best friend - 'me'


Chapter 9
Ron's reaction to the news

By Mustang Patty

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The story so far…
 
Back in 1983, Jenny and Ron met on their way to work in the shipyard.  He worked at one end of the shipyard and she worked in a building closer to the gate they went in together.  After flirting and talking for several weeks, Ron finally asked Jenny out.
 
Their first date was magical, and it was the beginning of a wonderful six months or so of dating.  Jenny warned Ron that there wouldn't be any sex until they were in a committed relationship.  She remained true to her word.  Ron finally told her he loved her and expressed his belief that they had something that would last.
 
The feelings of elation for Jenny were dispelled the very next day.  She arrived at Ron's house, after ignoring her ringing phone as she left the house.  When she let herself in, she found Ron sitting with a strange woman.  Unbeknown to her, this was Ron' half-sister who had been blackmailing him for years.
 
She left the house with a broken heart, and Ron didn't follow her.  He was at a total loss as to what to do.
 
The misunderstandings continued and the couple drifted further and further apart.

 
Jenny and Patty worked together to follow the instructions for an in-home pregnancy test.  The result was positive, though Jenny felt like it was a negative event.  Wanting to get the hard part over, she called Ron to give him the news,


 
From the last chapter:
 
[Patty said,] "Don't set yourself up for disappointment.  I'm bringing it up because he hasn't been the greatest guy you've ever dated.  Not even close.  In fact, he has been a jerk ever since you guys had sex.  You may have to bring up this baby by yourself."
 
"Maybe I should call him now.  With you here, I can get through it…no matter what he says."
 
She went to the phone and dialed Ron's number.  He picked up after two rings, so she knew he had been up for a while.  "Hi Ron.  It's Jenny.  I have something to tell you."

 
And now, we rejoin our story…
 
Ron clutched the phone tightly.  It was her.  Why was she calling him?  Their last words to one another seemed pretty final in his mind.
 
"Um…hi, Jenny.  If you're just going to start in on me again, I really have better things to do than listen to you bitch and moan."
 
He heard a huge intake of breath on the other end of the line.  "No, I didn't call to start in on you.  I have some news."
 
"What is it?  I haven't got all day."

"Well, um, I'm…um, pregnant.  I guess only one time was all it took.  Seems like we're going to have a baby."
 
Stunned, Ron felt himself sway.  Closing his eyes, and desperately trying to control the swirling thoughts in his mind, he said, "Give me a minute.
 
"How could you let this happen?  I thought you were on the pill."
 
"We never really talked about birth control, and I wasn't exactly prepared the night we got carried away.  You proclaimed your great love for me, and I lost my head."
 
He could hear the sarcasm in her voice, and it stung.  Afraid he would say the wrong thing, he stalled.
 
"Jenny, I'm going to need some time.  I will call you back after I've processed all this."
 
"Oh…okay.  Um, do you have an idea of when you might call?  I kind of need your input on this.  Please don't be a dick; I'm a mess."
 
"It will only be a couple of hours.  Talk to you then," he placed the receiver in the cradle of the phone and stood in his kitchen like a lost man.  Like a boat escaped from its mooring, he and his thoughts floated out to sea.
 
----------@>>
 
Patty had left the room to give Jenny privacy while she made the call.  Hearing the silence from the other room, she went to make sure her friend was okay.
 
Sitting on the living room floor with the phone still cradled in her lap, Jenny remained still as a statue. 
Her face was ashen and filled with pain. She looked up to see Patty at the door, and the unbidden tears started to stream down her face. 
 
"He didn't really say anything.  Nothing.  He just asked for time to 'process.'  He didn't sound the least bit concerned for me.  I didn't hear any emotion in his voice at all.  It's like we were never anything to each other."
 
"Honey, he's probably in shock.  You must admit, he probably thought he'd never hear from you again.  He didn't always portray much emotion anyway.  It's just Ron, being Ron."
 
"He said he'd call back in a few hours.  Can you stay until he calls?"
 
"Of course, I can.  My housework can wait, and I'll go to the grocery store tomorrow.  Let's just find a way to pass the time.  You look and see what's on TV, and I'll get some coffee for me, and a glass of milk for you."
 
----------@>>
 
Ron walked from room to room in his little house.  He could see memories in every room.  There was the table, where they shared several meals.  The couch reminded him of the hours they sat watching TV and sharing passionate kisses.  His bedroom was full of sweet and agonizing desires fulfilled.  The house was full of the time they'd spent together.  The thoughts he'd turned away from for the past few weeks flooded his brain.
 
He couldn't talk to anyone about this.  First, they would think he was a fool to be so careless.  Then they would remind him of how happy he was while he was with Jenny.  Next, they would start talking about his responsibilities.
 
Did he want to be tied down to a woman who could turn so cold?  She never gave him a chance to explain about Veronica.  Willing to believe the worst, she'd judged him unworthy and ended everything.  Had she ever really loved him?  How could she walk away so easily?
 
After running through all the possible scenarios in his head, and agonizing for a few hours, he made his decision.  He needed to call Jenny and give her his input on the situation.
 
After dialing the familiar number, he listened as the phone rang a few times.  Impatient to get this over with, he cursed her for not being there.  After four rings, she finally picked up.
 
"Hello?"
 
"Jenny?  It's me, Ron.  I thought about it, and I think we should just make a clean break of things.  I can meet you tomorrow to give you my half of what it would cost to get an abortion.  To me, it's just the best thing to do."
 
Hearing the sharp gulp of air on the other end of the line, he listened for her acceptance.  "Well, if that's what you think is best for you…where do you want to meet?"
 
"I'll swing by your house tomorrow morning.  Let's get this all over with."  Without saying goodbye, he hung up the phone.  He slid down the kitchen wall as his tears overcame him.  He mourned all that could have been.
 

...to be continued
 

 

Author Notes Cast of Characters;

Jenny Austin - our protagonist. A young woman who works in the shipyard and has fallen in love.

Ron Grimsley - A confused young man who isn't really sure how to handle his first time in love.

Patty - Jenny's best friend - 'me'


Chapter 10
Jenny's Plan

By Mustang Patty

Adoption

The story so far…
 
Back in 1983, Jenny and Ron met on their way to work in the shipyard.  He worked at one end of the shipyard and she worked in a building closer to the gate they went in together.  After flirting and talking for several weeks, Ron finally asked Jenny out.
 
Their first date was magical, and it was the beginning of a wonderful six months or so of dating.  Jenny warned Ron that there wouldn't be any sex until they were in a committed relationship.  She remained true to her word.  Ron finally told her he loved her and expressed his belief that they had something that would last.
 
The feelings of elation for Jenny were dispelled the very next day.  She arrived at Ron's house, after ignoring her ringing phone as she left the house.  When she let herself in, she found Ron sitting with a strange woman.  Unbeknown to her, this was Ron' half-sister who had been blackmailing him for years.
 
She left the house with a broken heart, and Ron didn't follow her.  He was at a total loss as to what to do.
 
The misunderstandings continued and the couple drifted further and further apart.

 
Jenny found out she was pregnant two weeks after a bitter argument with Ron.  Hurtful words had been said by both.  Their stubbornness once again got in the way of them working things out.  Calling Ron with the news, Jenny was disappointed when he didn't want to speak about it, but asked for a few hours to 'process' the news.
 

(the next two chapters were released earlier, so many of you have already reviewed them.  I did make a few edits, but nothing that changes the basic premise of the story.) 
 
 
From the Last Chapter:
 
"Hello?"
 
"Jenny?  It's me, um, Ron.  I uh, thought about it, and I think we should just make a clean break of things.  If you want, I can meet you tomorrow and give you my half of what it costs to get an abortion.  To me, it's just the best thing to do."
 
Hearing the sharp gulp of air on the other end of the line, he listened for her acceptance.  "Well, if that's what you think is best for you…where do you want to meet?"
 
"I'll swing by your house tomorrow morning.  Let's get this all over with."  Without saying goodbye, he hung up the phone.  He slid down the kitchen wall as his tears overcame him.  He mourned all that could have been.

 
And now, we rejoin our story…
 
Soft rapping on the door made Jenny's stomach lurch.  Taking a deep breath, she pulled on the door knob, and looked into the deep blue eyes she loved.  She honestly hoped the baby would inherit those beautiful eyes.  That thought made her breath catch in her throat.  How hard would it be to look at the child?  At the same time, she mourned because Ron didn't even care about the baby.  He didn't think of 'it' as a baby.  There to give her money for an abortion, he was washing his hands of the situation.
 
"Come on in."
 
"No.  Uh, I think we should just keep it simple, and at the door.  Here."
 
The white envelope had her name and the amount written across the front.  The deep crease from being folded into his back pocket smudged some of the writing.  His hand shook as he offered the thick pouch to her.
 
Her eyes filled with tears as she reached out for the parcel.  She couldn't meet his eyes, because she didn't want to lie about what her plans were.  Of course, he never asked.  All of her anger returned, and she just wanted him to leave.
 
Knowing she and Patty were heading to the mall to buy maternity clothes with whatever amount was in the envelope, she simply thanked him.  "Was there anything else?" she asked.
 
"I don't think so.  See ya around."
 
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Jenny's life was turned upside down over the next five months.  As her co-workers in the office noticed her condition, she purposely avoided their questions, but nothing could stop the stares.  Patty was sworn to secrecy, so she wouldn't answer their questions, either.  Wild speculation surrounded Jenny and her growing belly.
 
Deciding to treat herself to the best obstetrician in town, Jenny made an appointment for her prenatal care.  As soon as the doctor heard she was thinking about adoption, he changed his entire attitude.  No longer the caring physician, he seemed to focus only on the baby.  He outlined the plan of how it would work.  She would be able to get some bare facts about the perspective parents, and he would put her completely out when she went into labor.  She would never see the baby, and she would go home the next day.
 
Appalled, Jenny made another appointment with her general practitioner and asked him if he would be willing to deliver the baby.  He was more than happy to, and suggested she talk with the counselors at Catholic Charities about her options.  Dr. Langley also offered to be supportive if she decided to raise the baby herself or give him or her up for adoption.
 
Constantly wrestling with the decision, Jenny felt overwhelmed and tense.  She started to see a chiropractor for the pain in her lower back and neck, and while she received some physical relief, a solution also became known.
 
"You're getting pretty close now, aren't you?" Doctor Lois asked.
 
"Yup.  I'm about three weeks away from my due date," Jenny said with a long sigh.
 
"Come now, it isn't that bad.  Just think, in three weeks or so, you will have a gorgeous little baby to play with."
 
At those words, Jenny felt the dam inside burst.  The tears rushed out with a deep wail.  She was so scared, and she didn't have a concrete plan.  The baby was due so soon, and she hadn't found adoptive parents yet.
 
"Shhhh.  Come on.  Let's talk it out.  That always seems to help me," Dr. Lois said quietly.  She handed Jenny a ball of tissues and hugged Jenny close.
 
----------@>>
 
Dr. Lois happened to know a couple living a few houses down from her who were hoping to adopt a baby.  It seemed they had been trying to for several years.  Married for ten, the couple was very excited when approached about adopting Jenny's baby.  A meeting was arranged, and the three would meet at a local restaurant.
 
Jenny walked into the appointed meeting place with anticipation.  Somehow, this all seemed to feel just right.  The hostess brought her to a table, where an excited Rita and Bill were waiting.  Everyone was tense, while Rita and Jenny laughed nervously.
 
"Hi.  I hope you don't mind if I ask a ton of questions.  This is probably the biggest decision I've ever made."
 
"No," said Rita, "we don't mind.  We want you to feel comfortable and get to know us.  If you decide to let us adopt your baby, we want to know you, too."
 
Dinner went well, and Jenny was able to describe the type of home where she hoped her baby would be raised.  Rita and Bill described their home, marriage, and their search for a baby. 
 
Jenny felt an immediate connection with Rita, and she felt comfortable entrusting her son or daughter to this woman to raise.  By the end of the dinner, it was all decided.
 
Now, all everyone had to do, was wait for the baby's arrival.
 

 

Author Notes I wrote this story based on a friend's recollections. I've known her for over thirty years and I was there at the beginning. Through the magic of the internet and free long distance, I've been able to hear the whole story.

With her permission, I've developed a story line based on what happened between her and her lover. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.


Chapter 11
When her water broke

By Mustang Patty

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When her water broke, she was lying on the couch watching TV.  She had given up hope of going into labor that day, so she'd ordered a delivery pizza a few hours earlier and ate the whole thing.  It wasn't as if she was worried about her figure at the moment.
 
The pains weren't too bad, and she judged them to be about six minutes apart.  She had a bag packed in her bedroom and she waddled to grab it.  She didn't feel panicked; she was just glad to be getting it over with.  She suddenly realized she would need to get to the hospital, and she wasn't sure how she was getting there.
 
Her first thought was to call him, but she knew he wouldn't respond the way she wanted.  He had made his feelings perfectly clear.  It was only two weeks ago that he'd signed his rights away with the lawyer.  His part was done and there was little reason to contact him.  And so, she picked up the phone and dialed Bill and Rita.
 
It was a few minutes to ten at night, so there was little wonder when Rita answered the phone in askance.  "Hello?"
 
"Hi.  Um, my water just broke and I need to go to the hospital.  Would you guys be willing to drive me?"
 
"Jenny?  Oh, Jenny!  Of course.  I still get to be in the delivery room, right?"  Her voice had perked up and was filled with joy.
 
"Yes.  I want you to be there.  I'm getting ready right now.  See you in a bit."  She hung up the phone with a deep sigh.  There was so much happiness in Rita's voice, and Jenny knew there would be just pain for her.  But this would be a good pain; the price she had to pay to get her life back.
 
Within fifteen minutes, there was a knock on her door.  She made her way to the door and opened it to Bill's delighted face.  "Can I help you?  Can you make it down the steps?  Should I hold your hand?"
 
Laughing, Jenny thought Bill made the perfect father-to-be.  He was babbling and he'd missed a button on his shirt.  Hair sticking out in tufts on his head let her know he'd already been in bed when she called.  She grasped his hand and they made their way to the car.
 
Rita was waiting in the running car, and her smile was gleaming in the dark.  Her joy was contagious and Jenny found herself returning the smile.  She was happy the last miles of this journey would be spent in the company of these people.
 
The hospital check-in was marred by the attitude of the staff when they heard and understood that the baby was being put up for adoption.  It didn't seem to matter to them that the adoptive parents were on hand.  They had little regard for women who gave their babies away, and they didn't even try to mask their feelings.
 
Jenny was thankful to see the nurse she had taken the Lamaze classes from.  Nell was aware of the situation and gave Jenny a big hug.  She made sure Bill was comfortable in the waiting room, and gave Rita a gown to change into.  She helped Jenny change into a gown and get settled in the bed.
 
The pains seemed to intensify as soon as she lay down on the bed and was attached to all the monitors.  It was a little after midnight when Nell checked her progress, and told her if she wanted to have the epidural, they would need to do it soon.  Jenny figured she could go the natural child birth path if and when she had a baby under better circumstances.  She instructed Nell she would like the procedure, and she braced herself for the large needle she knew would be coming her way.  Her understanding was that they would stick it in her back, so at least she wouldn't have to see it.
 
After the anesthesiologist came in and gave her the epidural, there was nothing left to do but wait.  As the procedure took effect, Jenny and Rita watched the meter showing the contractions go up and down without Jenny feeling much of anything.  Jenny allowed herself to relax as best she could.  They were told in the class that fighting the process would only make it go slower.
 
In between the nurses coming in to check on her progress, Rita and Jenny talked.  All through the long night, they talked about many things.  Jenny did her best to tell Rita all she could about her, and as much as she knew about the father, Ron.  Jenny shared how important it was to her that the baby be taught about God and was assured by Rita that they would honor this wish.
 
The sun was beginning to peek through the blinds when the labor intensified.  The monitor was showing constant activity, and Jenny felt a great deal of pressure.  Nell came and did a check and let the women know it was 'just about time.'  She said she would call the doctor.
 
Jenny smiled up at Rita, " Well, we're almost there.  It won't be much longer now."
 
"Thank you.  Thank you for all of this.  I will never be able to thank you enough."
 
Jenny smiled back at the weeping woman.  Her thanks would be in no longer carrying this burden alone.  She wasn't going to be pregnant in just a few more minutes.  She would no longer be 'that pregnant girl."  No one would be judging her at work anymore.  There wouldn't be pointing and snickering behind her back.  It was almost over.
 
After laboring all night, it took only thirty minutes of pushing, and the baby made its way into the world.  Both Rita and Jenny held their breath as the baby's sex was revealed.  Rita was so pleased to have a baby boy, and Jenny was merely relieved it wasn't a girl.  She didn't think she could hand over a daughter to someone else.
 
After the nurses cleaned the little boy, Nell brought the wrapped bundle over to the bed.  "Do you want to hold him?" she asked Jenny.
 
"No," Jenny smiled through her tears, "give him to his mother."

to be continued...

 

Author Notes I wrote this story based on a friend's recollections. I've known her for over thirty years and I was there at the beginning. Through the magic of the internet and free long distance, I've been able to hear the whole story.

With her permission, I've developed a story line based on what happened between her and her lover. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.


Epidural; Epidural anesthesia is the most popular method of pain relief during labor. Women request an epidural by name more than any other method of pain relief. More than 50% of women giving birth at hospitals use epidural anesthesia. (American pregnancy.org)


Chapter 12
After Eighteen Years

By Mustang Patty

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Ron was going about his usual business.  He made coffee, he showered, dressed and got ready to go and do some work out in his workshop.  Keeping it simple, he wasn't married and only had himself to worry about.  Oh, there was a goofy, furry pal named Max, but the dog only needed love, food, and water.
 
At the age of forty-five, he wondered sometimes if his choices had caused him to miss out.  Would it be better to have someone to share life with?  What about the things and property he had?  Who would be there to take them when his time came?  He immediately pushed that thought out of his head.  He was way too young to have those kinds of worries.
 
Just as he was getting ready to go outside to his shop, he heard the phone ring.  He was going to ignore it as usual.  He used his answering machine to screen his calls.  There just weren't many people he felt like talking to, and he absolutely hated telephone solicitors.
 
A familiar voice came through the tinny speaker of the machine.  Was it…?  Could it be her?
 
"Ron, this is Jenny.  The baby I put up for adoption just called me.  He wants to meet with me.  He wants to know why."  Ron hadn't heard that voice since 1983.  Was she talking about the baby he fathered?  The timing was right.
 
He felt like he had been stabbed in the gut.  He ran to the phone to pick up before she hung up.
 
"Jenny?  Is that really you?  You told me it was a closed adoption.  How does he even know who we are?"
 
"Hello to you, too.  I guess when he turned eighteen, he could get information.  I filled out a birth certificate in the hospital.  They said I had to give him a name before I handed him over to the foster parents."
 
"Did you put down my name for 'father?'"  He held his breath as he waited for her answer.
 
"Yes, I put down your name.  My only other choice was to put 'unknown,' and I didn't want to look like some sort of a slut."
 
"What do you think he really wants?" Ron was already bracing himself to lose some of his wealth.
 
"I don’t know.  He just called me and said he wanted to meet me.  He asked if I would have a cup of coffee with him at Starbucks.  I'm so surprised he's willing to come to me."
 
"How did he know where you are?  Do you think he knows where I live, too?" Ron spoke with fear in his voice.
 
"Ron, you haven't ever left Bremerton.  I moved around a lot, and he found me.  Hell, I found you."
 
"I don't know about this, Jenny.  Do you have any idea how this will mess up my life? I don't know how I will explain a 'long lost son' to anyone.  I never told anyone else about the situation.  Did you?"
 
"I've been totally honest just in case this ever happened.  My husband knows...my kids know.  I never wanted to be blind-sided by something from the past."
 
Ron's head was swimming.  Why on earth hadn't she just listened to him back then.  However, his curosity got the best of him.  "What's his name?"
 
"It seems his parents kept the first name I gave him.  His name is Joey."
 
"Wow.  I wonder what he looks like.  I wonder what he's like.  This is kind of mind-blowing, you know?" He fidgeted with the salt and pepper shakers in his kitchen.
 
"Are you going to be okay?  I know you never wanted this kind of thing in your life."  She paused, and they were both momentarily lost in their own thoughts.  "How are you, by the way?  Are you happy?  Did you ever get married?"
 
"No.  I'm still single and living in the same house.  I still have the same job in the shipyard...there's never been anyone I wanted to tie myself down with."
 
"So…you got what you wanted then?  A life with little fuss and muss.  But, are you happy?"
 
"I have some regrets.  I sometimes wonder if we should've gotten married and brought up our son, and maybe a few more kids."
 
"Wow, that's a surprise.  I really thought that after you gave me the money for the abortion, you simply didn't care."
 
"Yeah.  That's gonna be tough to explain, huh?  Do I have to tell him about that?  I thought it was a moot point since you went ahead and had the baby."
 
"I'm going to be totally honest.  I will tell him my part, and that includes why I didn't keep him.  I couldn't raise him on my own, and your only answer was an abortion."
 
"This is gonna suck.  And hurt," he said, feeling the regrets down deep in his soul.
 
"Well, he'll probably be calling soon, so I'll hang up.  Take care and good luck."
 
"You take care, too.  I did love you as much as I could.  Remember that when you talk to him."
 
"I will.  I think we made the best decision we could at the time.  He will just have to accept us for who we are, and who we were back then."
 
"Bye, Jenny."
 
"Bye, Ron."
 
His thoughts turned back to his life.  Was this the answer he needed?  Would he now have a son in his life?  Or would this thing blow up in his face?
 
He was holding his head in his hands as the phone began to ring.
 
to be continued...

 

Author Notes thank you to PhotoBucket for the image of people talking on the phone.

I wrote this story based on a friend's recollections. I've known her for over thirty years and I was there at the beginning. Through the magic of the internet and free long distance, I've been able to hear the whole story.

With her permission, I've developed a story line based on what happened between her and her lover. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.


Chapter 13
Living Separate Lives

By Mustang Patty

Summary of the Book so far: 
 
Back in 1983, Jenny and Ron met on their way to work in the shipyard.  He worked at one end of the shipyard and she worked in a building closer to the gate they went in together.  The shipyard in Bremerton employed about nine thousand people back then.  After flirting and talking for several weeks, Ron finally asked Jenny out.
 
Their first date was magical, and it was the beginning of a wonderful six months or so of dating.  Jenny warned Ron that there wouldn't be any sex until they were in a committed relationship.  She remained true to her word.  Ron finally told her he loved her and expressed his belief that they had something that would last.
 
The feelings of elation for Jenny were dispelled the very next day.  She arrived at Ron's house, after ignoring her ringing phone as she left the house.  When she let herself in, she found Ron sitting with a strange woman.  Unbeknown to her, this was Ron' half-sister who had been blackmailing him for years.
 
She left the house with a broken heart, and Ron didn't follow her.  He was at a total loss as to what to do.
 
The misunderstandings continued and the couple drifted further and further apart.
 
Jenny found out she was pregnant two weeks after a bitter argument with Ron.  Hurtful words had been said by both.  Their stubbornness once again got in the way of them working things out.  Calling Ron with the news, Jenny was disappointed when he didn't want to speak about it, but asked for a few hours to 'process' the news.
 
Eighteen years later, the 'baby,' named Joey, is about to call Ron.  Jenny calls Ron first to warn him to be ready.  They talk briefly, and Ron is left with his thoughts and regrets as he waits for the call from the son he deserted so long ago…
 


~2017~
 
The monitors beeped and whirred in the background.  He could barely hear them as he concentrated on the pale face lying on the pillow.  Her eyes were closed and he only hoped they would open and gaze at him in the way that had bewitched him so long ago.
 
As if in answer to his thoughts, her eyes slowly opened.  Jenny looked at the man gently holding her hand, and sighed.  Why had it taken so long for love's promise to be fulfilled?

 
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~2001~
 
From the end of Chapter 12: After Eighteen Years
 
"I will.  I think we made the best decision we could at the time.  He will just have to accept us for who we are, and who we were back then."
 
"Bye, Jenny."
 
"Bye, Ron."
 
His thoughts turned back to his life.  Was this the answer he needed?  Would he now have a son in his life?  Or would this thing blow up in his face?
 
He was holding his head in his hands as the phone began to ring.



...and now we return to our story
 

With trembling hands, Ron picked up the receiver.
 
"Hello."
 
"Um, uh…hi.  This is Joey Zapola.  You don't know me, but I'm your son.  You and my birth mother gave me up for adoption eighteen years ago.  I, uh, really want a chance to talk to you."
 
"Hi Joey," Ron eked out the words from his dry mouth.  "Your birth mother just called me and told me you'd be calling.  I think it would be a good idea for us to talk.  Um, would you like to meet for coffee or something?" he asked hopefully.
 
"That sounds great!"  Ron could hear the excitement in Joey's voice.  He really had a son, and in spite of the past, Joey wanted to meet him.  He was even joyful about it.
 
”Where do you want to meet?"
 
…And so, Ron and Joey built a relationship.  Joey's adoptive father had passed away and this gave Joey the freedom to embrace his birth father as his 'Dad.'  They enjoyed hiking and camping trips together.  Four-wheeling was a pastime they both enjoyed, and they built a true friendship.
 
While they were in Bremerton, WA, Jenny was in San Diego, CA, with her husband and children.  When the youngest graduated from high school in 2005, Jenny decided it was time to face the past.  She and her husband planned a trip to Bremerton. 
 
It wasn't to be.  Jenny's husband, Austin, took ill and they spent the next several months trying to find out what was wrong.
 
Austin was diagnosed with ALS, and their lives were turned upside down.  ALS is more commonly known as Lou Gehrig's Disease, because the famous Yankee baseball player died from it in 1939.  The disease is actually Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, and is characterized by stiff muscles, muscle twitching, and gradually worsening weakness due to muscles decreasing in size.  This results in difficulty speaking, swallowing, and eventually breathing.  More recently, Stephen Hawking was diagnosed with the disease in 1963, and given only two years to live.  His fight with the disease, along with his research in theoretical physics made him famous.
 
Not nearly as lucky, Austin suffered a great deal.
 
Prior to losing his speech, Austin told Jenny, "I don't want to die this way.  Please pray for something else to come up.  I hate to leave you, but I can't just wait for my body to completely give out.  The thought of lying there with all of my muscles gone and unable to breathe on my own just scares me."
 
"You know I will be here for you, no matter what happens.  If that's what you want me to pray for, I will.  I love you so much.  You've given me a life envied by most, and I don't know what I will do without you."
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~2003~
 
When Austin's battle with the disease was lost, Jenny was surrounded by all of her children.  Joey flew down from Bremerton and joined his half-brother and sister.  The four of them sat in the front pew of the chapel during the Memorial service, and all three siblings did their best to comfort their mother.
 
In the days and weeks that followed the funeral, Jenny tried to find the path of her future.  While she was taking care of Austin, she hadn't given much thought as to what would come 'after.'  She simply didn't have the time.  But now, she had nothing but time.
 
Jenny's daughter had stayed home from college for a few weeks after the funeral.  Cathy simply didn't want to leave her mother alone just yet.  She went out to the mailbox and walked back to the house with a stack of cards addressed to her mother.  Knowing they were probably sympathy cards, she left them on the table in the foyer.  Her mother didn't need to look at them right away. 
 
"Hey Mom?  Would you like me to make us some lunch?  We've got plenty of leftovers here.  We need to use up the last of this deli plate or the cold cuts will go to waste."
 
"I'll be down in a minute, hon.  I wouldn't mind it if you made me a sandwich."
 
Dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt, Jenny tread down the stairs.  Happy that Austin's pain was over, she tried to be positive about her own life.  Deep in thought, she almost missed the pile of envelopes lying on the hallway table; but, one of the envelopes caught her eye. 
 
Whose handwriting is that?  It looks familiar, Jenny said to herself.
 
"Cathy?  Where did these envelopes come from?"
 
"The mail, Mom.  Where else?"
 
"Oh.  Don't pay any attention to your mother.  I'm just wool-gathering and not thinking quite straight.  Of course, these came from the mail."
 
Patting Cathy gently on the shoulder, Jenny grabbed the envelopes and flipped to the one that had peeked out.  Sure enough, the handwriting belonged to Ron.
 
Her heart beat a little faster and she felt herself flush.  What?  She was newly widowed, she kidded herself.  But, she couldn't deny how it made her feel.
 
With shaking hands, she tore open the envelope.  A beautiful sympathy card greeted her, and when she opened it, his words were simple.
 
August 31, 2003
 
Dear Jenny,
 
I have no idea how you're feeling, but I wanted you to know I'm here for you.  If there's anything you need or anything I can do, all you have to do is ask.
 
Love,
Ron
 
…to be continued
 
 
 

Author Notes photo courtesy of Public Domain; Mended Heart

I wrote this story based on a friend's recollections. I've known her for over thirty years and I was there at the beginning. Through the magic of the internet and free long distance, I could hear the whole story.

With her permission, I've developed a story line based on what happened between her and her lover. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.




Chapter 14
Together at Last

By Mustang Patty

Our story so far:

Back in 1983, Jenny and Ron met on their way to work in the shipyard.  He worked at one end of the shipyard and she worked in a building closer to the gate they went in together.  The shipyard in Bremerton employed about nine thousand people back then.  After flirting and talking for several weeks, Ron finally asked Jenny out.

 
Their first date was magical, and it was the beginning of a wonderful six months or so of dating.  Jenny warned Ron that there wouldn't be any sex until they were in a committed relationship.  She remained true to her word.  Ron finally told her he loved her and expressed his belief that they had something that would last.
 
The feelings of elation for Jenny were dispelled the very next day.  She arrived at Ron's house, after ignoring her ringing phone as she left the house.  When she let herself in, she found Ron sitting with a strange woman.  Unbeknown to her, this was Ron' half-sister who had been blackmailing him for years.
 
She left the house with a broken heart, and Ron didn't follow her.  He was at a total loss as to what to do.
 
The misunderstandings continued and the couple drifted further and further apart.
 
Jenny found out she was pregnant two weeks after a bitter argument with Ron.  Hurtful words had been said by both.  Their stubbornness once again got in the way of them working things out.  Calling Ron with the news, Jenny was disappointed when he didn't want to speak about it but asked for a few hours to 'process' the news.
 
Eighteen years later, the 'baby,' called Ron.  Jenny calls Ron first to warn him to be ready.  When Joey, the son they put up for adoption, speaks with his birth father, they are able to build a relationship.  Ron and Joey are living in Bremerton, WA and Jenny are living in San Diego, CA with her family.
 
When Jenny's other children have left the nest for college, she plans a trip with her husband.  They are going to go to Bremerton so Jenny can meet her son.  Their plans are interrupted by her husband's sudden illness.
 
Austin, Jenny's husband, is diagnosed with ALS or Lou Gehrig's disease.  After suffering for two long years, he dies, leaving Jenny widowed.
 
A few weeks after the funeral, she receives a sympathy card…
 

~2007~
 
From the end of Chapter 13: 'Living Separate Lives'
 
With shaking hands, she tore open the envelope.  A beautiful sympathy card greeted her, and when she opened it, his words were simple.
 
August 31, 2007
 
Dear Jenny,
 
I have no idea how you're feeling, but I wanted you to know I'm here for you.  If there's anything you need or anything I can do, all you have to do is ask.
 
Love,
Ron

 
…and now, our story continues
 

Jenny read the words over and over.  Lifting her hand to her throat, she wasn't surprised at the tempo of her pulse.  He still cared.  What did she feel?
 
Walking to the kitchen, Jenny still held the card in her hand.  "Is my sandwich ready?" she asked Cathi.
 
"Of course, Mom.  I made it just the way you like it.  Ham and swiss, with the mayo next to the Swiss and the mustard next to the ham.  The caterer you picked for the wake was great.  He even included the mustard Dad loved.  Did you do that?"
 
With tears in her eyes and a tug at her heart, "Yeah, I did.  I wanted everything about the Memorial to reflect who your Dad was.  He was such a good man.  We were lucky to have him, weren't we?" Jenny choked out.
 
 "Yeah, Mom," Cathy's watery voice replied.  "Well," she said, trying to shake off the emotion, "what should we do today?"
 
"I need to take care of getting your father's ashes to the Navy.  You know how he always said he wanted to be buried at sea."
 
"How on earth do we do that?"
 
"I think I need to contact the VA," replied Jenny.  All the tears gone now, she concentrated on the tasks at hand.  She needed to make sure all Austin's wishes were carried out.  The card fell back onto the pile with the others, and she cleared her mind of all thoughts of Ron…and what maybe could…
 
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A few months later, Jenny could hear her cell phone ringing as she drove home from the grocery store.  She let it go to voicemail because she didn't like to talk and drive.  It wasn't until she put the groceries away, she took a look at her phone.
 
'360-555-3246'
 
Recognizing the area code for Bremerton, she punched the buttons to access her voicemail.
 
"You have one message," the robotic voice said.  "Message received today, at 10 o'clock a.m."
 
"Hi, Jenny.  It's Ron.  Um, I, uh, will be down your way in a few days.  I have a project to work on at North Island.  I was wondering if you might like to meet for dinner?"
 
"Let me know.  This number is my cell number, three-six-oh, five-five-five, three-two-four-six.  Call me anytime.  If I don't pick up, for whatever reason, just leave a voicemail."
 
She pressed the 'end call' button.  Her heart was beating that all too familiar thump.  Her heart had always reacted that way to him.  Even after all this time, he still had a deep effect on her.
 
Shaking her head in resignation, she dialed his number.  She expected to get his voicemail, and his gruff greeting took her off balance.
 
"Ron?"
 
"Oh.  Jenny, is that you?  I was hoping you'd call."
 
"Hi.  Dinner sounds nice.  When will you be here?"
 
"As a matter of fact, I just got off the plane and I'm at the baggage carousel watching everyone else's bags go around and round.  I've no idea where mine is."
 
Laughing, Jenny said, "Maybe we should plan a late dinner." 
 
And so, it began.  Dates, trips by one or the other for a visit.  San Diego and Bremerton became their stomping grounds.  Neither was happy without the company of the other.  Their love was re-ignited, and neither one of them had any regrets.
 
~2009~
 
"Hello?"
 
"Hey, Patty.  I've got some great news."
 
"Really?  I haven't heard from you in a while.  What's up?"
 
"It may surprise you.  I'm getting married again."
 
Silence
 
"What?  Do you think it's too soon?  Austin's been gone for almost two years."
 
"No.  I don't think it too soon, but I'm worried about the who in this marriage."
 
"I was worried this might be a problem for you.  I'm marrying Ron.  Patty, he's changed.  It took over twenty years, well, almost thirty, but he is everything I want.  And need."
 
"Are you sure?  He hurt you so bad.  I just don't know."

"You need to lose these worries.  I want you to stand up for me."
 
"Oh.  I'm honored, really, Jen.  I just need to think about this, okay?  You know how I feel about attending weddings.  If I can't promise to support the marriage, I just can't be there when the officiator asks everyone to support and uphold the couple, or whatever it is they say.
 
I hope you understand, okay?" Patty's voice was wistful and a bit teary.
 
With her own teary voice, Jen replied, "Okay, my friend.  Don't think too long or too hard.  I need you for this.  Do you think you can get back to me by the end of the week?"
 
"I will do my best.  Wait…when is this wedding?"
 
"At the end of the month.  We don't want to waste any time, Pat.  Neither of us is getting any younger."
 
With a heavy sigh, Patty tried to keep her voice even, and not show the anger she felt building inside of her.  "I understand, my friend.  Just give me a few days to think about this.  Okay?"
 
Tell me something though, what does Joey think about this?"
 
"Oh, Patty, he is simply over the moon.  He's going to stand up for Ron. In fact, Joey's little girls are going to be our flower girls."
 
"Oh. Okay, I will give you a call by Thursday night.  I promise."
 
In the end, Patty agreed to be the Matron of Honor, and the wedding came together.  It was simple, yet beautiful.  Jenny was radiant as she walked down the aisle towards the love of her life.  She didn't feel she was taking anything away from her marriage to Austin; she was simply reclaiming a part of her heart.
 
 
~October 2016~

"Hello, ?"

"Hi, Patty."
 
"Hey there, Chica.  I was just working on a love poem, and I couldn't help but think about your love affair.  How are you two?"

"Hey, are you okay?  You sound a little down."
 
"Wait!" exclaimed Patty.  "What's wrong?  Why did you need to call?" she was immediately thinking Ron had hurt her friend again.

"Patty, I'm sick."

"What's that mean, exactly?"

"I'm dying." 

"How can this be?" Patty sobbed into the phone.

"I don't know.  It's just my luck to find a bit of happiness and lose it all again."
 
"What?  No.  I refuse to believe that.  Something should be able to be done.  No matter what you have, they are coming up with new treatments every day for everything.  You're going to be okay.  We can find a specialist…Ron has plenty of money.  You're going to be fine."
 
"Patty, we've tried all the routes.  I have pancreatic cancer.  I spent some time at the Cancer Treatment Center of America down in Phoenix.  They told me there's nothing more they can do.  They sent me home to die."
 
The uncomfortable silence on the phone flowed between Bremerton, Washington, and Keizer, Oregon.

"Well, I was going to call you, but I couldn't find the right time.  Your birthday was just last week, and Christmas is coming.  I know the holidays are busy for you, and sometimes they can bring on a depression…"
 
"Okay," Patty started, "You are only a four-and-a-half-hour drive.  When do you need me to come?"
 
"Why don't you come up for a weekend soon?  There's something I want to ask you to do for me."
 
"Okay.  I can probably come up this weekend.  Dave shouldn't have any problem holding down our fort here.  I need to get home for Monday morning though.  I need to be there to take care of the dogs."
 
"Can you be here by Friday night?  I'll have Ron make something special for dinner."
 
"Count on it.  I will be there."
 
The weekend was spent in good fellowship. They recounted old memories going through photo albums.  Numerous rounds of hearts were played at the dining room table and Ron was royally trounced.  They avoided the elephant in the room, and simply enjoyed their time together.
 
At the end of the weekend, Jenny pulled Patty close into a bear hug.  "I want you to do me a big favor."
 
"Anything, sweetie.  You just have to ask."
 
"Can you write mine and Ron's story?  You were there at the beginning and you've got all the newsletters from my Christmas cards, right?  I want something for the kids and grandchildren."
 
~2017~
 
With a heavy heart, I worked on the story of Ron and Jenny.  The names were changed, along with the locations.  I kept my name intact so I could be the narrator of the story.  Work was slow and arduous.  'Jenny' and I talked on the phone several times a week.  All too soon, I had to drive to Bremerton for our last weekend together.
 
 
 
 
~August 29, 2017,~
 
The monitors beeped and whirred in the background.  He could barely hear them as he concentrated on the pale face lying on the pillow.  Her eyes were closed and he only hoped they would open and gaze at him in the way that had bewitched him so long ago.
 
As if in answer to his thoughts, her eyes slowly opened.  Jenny looked at the man gently holding her hand, and sighed.  Why had it taken so long for love's promise to be fulfilled?
 
Tears were streaming down Ron's face as he watched the only woman he ever loved slipping away.  A circle of love was formed as he held Jenny's hand, and they both held each of Patty's hands.
 
Joey stood in the corner watching his birth parents and the aunt he'd known his entire life.  While he was thankful for the time the three of them shared, he felt deprived it was ending so soon.  He knew he had to be strong for Ron.
 
Patty broke the circle and gave Jenny's hand to Ron.  She joined Joey in the corner and suggested to him they leave the two lovers alone for a private goodbye.
 
Ron broke down into sobs resting his head against Jenny.  She stroked his hair and told him it would be alright.  He just needed to remember she would always love him.
 
"But, we had so little time together…and it's my fault.  I wasted our chance back then.  Why couldn't I see you were the one?"
 
"Who…knows, love?" her labored breaths pushed out the words.  "I'm afraid I don't have…time for this con..ver…sa…tion.  It's time."
 
"You go.  You enjoy your glass of wine with Jesus.  Hold a place for me, okay?"
 
She forced a smile and let out her final breath.  It was over.
 
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Author Notes Dedicated to my friend, and a love she lost and gained;




There are four love words in modern Greek, 6 in Ancient Greek, Hebrew has four, we have one. Attraction is one thing, but indeed what is love, the only constant love is God's. I guess that's why we have a marriage contract, by far the most successful are arranged ones. But who knows. It obviously doesn't depend on emotion.

The real 'Jenny' passed away at the end of August. She has gone to her better place, and both Ron and I are left to mourn one of the truest loves we've ever known. I will never have another friend like her, nor did I have anyone before she came into my life back in 1982.

I'm truly sorry it took so long to finish this saga. My grief wouldn't allow me to try to put into words the final days in the hospital. Thank you all for your patience and loyal readership.


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