If you want to understand what is going on then you really need to read, 'The new family business 1 and 2'.
The new family business 3
I was in a state of shock. My comfortable life was a sham. My wife was a whore. My two children might not be mine. Apparently, my brother was in fact my half-brother, my mother had been a whore for his real father, and my now deceased father, had been her pimp, or so said my half-brother. Was any of this true? Obviously, I had been lied to, cheated on and manipulated. I couldn't verify things with my wife and brother. I needed information.
I had tried throughout my life to be kind and fair. Deal with issues sensitively. I'd managed in my business and private life to treat people justly and with dignity. I'd been successful by being firm in my interactions with others. And yet my family, the persons that I had heaped my love, my care my everything were treating me with disdain. They said they loved me but in fact they had betrayed and destroyed every building block of love with which I had built our family home. And they had torn down that 'building' whilst looking me in the eye and lying to me. But this worm had turned.
I had my own business with thirty odd employees and yet I had always ensured that my family life came first, and I'd doted on them. I thought back on the early years of my married life and although I had worked hard getting the business going, I felt that I had never neglected my wife, my children, mother or brother. I'd remained faithful and as far as I was concerned our sex life had been good. Maybe not exciting but if Suzanne had asked for more or something different. I would certainly have considered it. I had to admit it, I'd been shafted.
Obviously, I'd must have had my head in the sand in order to have missed so much. I was late to the game, but I was going to ensure that before I made any decisions going forward, I would gain as much information as possible.
My first decision was easily made. I would take a few days away from work and visit my mum, hopefully she would tell me the truth. She lived in Suffolk about three hours away by car.
I called into the office and made some plans. I had a good relationship with my management staff that had been built through the years. I told my PA that I had some personal problems and to hold the fort, and if my wife or brother was to call, to tell them that I had taken time off, and would contact the family within a couple of days.
One of the major differences between the UK and USA, is our use of Private Investigators (PI's). In truth, we hardly ever use PI's in the UK for private matters. But I had no idea how to get the information I needed, to enable me to make a realistic decision in regards of the present dilemmas and my future plans. Fortunately, one of my researchers had recently used a PI to check out a supplier who was offering a service at a price too good to be true, and which it turned out, was too good to be true. So, within minutes I was through to the Investigation agency. As it turned out, they informed me that they only handled business investigations, but again within a few minutes I was redirected to a young lady, who said she could help and arranged an appointment for that afternoon.
The appointment only lasted half an hour. I mostly needed information about my brother and his connections. I didn't even have a name for his father, but I had high hopes of getting that information from my mother, as I intended to drive to Suffolk, immediately after the appointment.
I left a retainer, was assured that immediately they had enough information to begin, they would be on the job. Three hours later I was walking up to my mother's front door.
It's strange how coincidences come, when your eyes have been opened. For all my life I'd had no idea about my mother's secret life, but that evening as I walked up to her door, it opened and she was showing an elderly man out of the house. She was wearing a transparent robe and it was clear that she was naked under it. Bearing in mind she was approaching what most would consider old age, and yet even I her son, recognised that she was still a very attractive woman.
She wasn't even flustered, "Hi Robbie, come in I've been expecting you; I'll just see George away and then I'll make us a cup of tea."
I was gobsmacked at her nonchalant attitude but of course I should have realised that either Suzanne, or Gordon, would have been in touch, so I wandered into the lounge and made myself comfortable. A couple of minutes later, still dressed only in the robe, I was presented with a cup of tea and a couple of biscuits, and my mother sitting across from me acting as though we were going to have a chat about the weather.
"Suzanne phoned me and told me about the shit storm, she asked you to call back."
"Sorry, not possible, until I get some answers. I want the truth, which must be rather difficult considering the lifetime of lies you've served me. I thought you loved me mum, I thought you were the one person I could rely on to cover my back."
"Oh, my darling, what can I say, when you live a life of lies and half-truths, it's impossible to get out from under without causing terrible hurt. But we must be realistic, we are already well past hurt. I'm going to tell you the whole unvarnished truth. As I know it"
"Mum, Gordon has told me that he has a different father than me. That you are and, have been throughout my life, a prostitute. And that my dad was your pimp."
"Also, that Suzanne has cheated on me from almost the beginning of my marriage. Is any of that true?"
"Sadly Robbie, yes most of what he has said is true, but taken out of context, to cause you maximum hurt. To understand what I'm going to tell you, you must realise that Gordon only has room in his life to love only one person, himself. He doesn't love you, me, Suzanne, the girls and especially his own dad. All he cares about is making life better for himself."
"Robbie, since I was a teenager, I've been a slut. Before I met your father, I'd given myself to hundreds of men and women, old and young. I drifted into prostitution in my late teens, as I was too lazy and ignorant to get a real job. Jimmy Macleod was my pimp, he was a thug that worked the Glasgow clubs."
"I'd been on the game for about six months when I met your dad. He was working the oil rigs out of Aberdeen at the time, and I immediately fell for him. I was too scared he'd leave me if he knew the truth of my past, so I didn't tell him. I escaped the Glasgow scene, and we bought a small home outside of Stirling where it was easy for him to get to Aberdeen and the rigs, when he was working."
"We married and had a wonderful month before his next shift on the rigs. Everything was ok while he was at home, fucking me every day, but immediately he was away, I was going stir crazy. I survived for a week, but I already knew I couldn't go without my regular shot of cock. I never told Jimmy where I'd been but within hours of returning to Glasgow my pimp had me on my back, and as a punishment for the next month and a half I was fucked without protection. In truth I haven't a clue who Gordons father was. It could have been any of dozens of punters during that fertile week that I was stuck up the duff. Certainly, Jimmy didn't accept that he was the prospective father. Anyway, when your dads shift was up, I escaped again."
"I realised quickly that I was up the duff but decided that I wouldn't say anything for a month or so and see what your father said about it. When I admitted to being pregnant your father was overjoyed, and seven months later Gordon was born."
"I wasn't a great mother; I know that, and that first couple of years the only time I was happy was when your dad was home fucking me regularly again."
"When you came along, it was wonderful as your dad got his job at the mill and he was home every day to take care of my restless cunt. Sorry about the language but I'm a whore and a slut, you know that so, why hide it. About a year after you were born, your father was doing a week of night duties. I'd already started to fuck around on him and one night he came home early because an accident had stopped production and he caught me getting fucked by a mate of his. He went ballistic and said he wouldn't be a knowing cuckold. I either had to fuck off or go on the game and get paid for fucking. He hated it but he became my pimp and set me up in the clubs around Edinburgh."
