I am a black businessman who prides myself on doing things to service my customers the best way I know how. I work long hours, six days a week 8-10 hours a day. I never take time off and give my workers time to be with their families whenever they need it. I feel that a happy worker is a productive worker and they give me 100% every time.
I got married when I was 27 to a divorced lady with a son. I had already fathered a daughter several years earlier with a woman who took off with our daughter. She did not want to marry me because she thought I did it just she wouldn't be a single mother and I told her how wrong she was. I wanted to be a father to our daughter and that's the family I wanted. So, I guess I wasn't in her plans as she fled to California with our daughter and told me he wanted to start anew.
I was just getting myself established in a company that I was fortune to receive upon the death of one of the owners and the other asked me if I would like to learn the business from beginning to end and help me run the show. My grades in school and a few letters of testimony I had regarding my work proved to be a plus for me.
Before my soon to be ex white wife and married, she also got pregnant and thinking back I think she stayed off the pill on purpose. We didn't get married until our daughter was almost 2 as she said she wanted us to be sure it wasn't the baby only that was getting us married but that we loved each other. I fell for her fast and hard and I guess I thought she did too but she had a rough pregnancy and I was there for her.
We had our little girl and she is perfect in every way. She is dark, not quite as dark as me and has some of her mom's features. We still had a great sex life but some how I think she was still trying to get over her ex who was a wife beater and a cheater and partially she still loved him. She did have to see him during the week as they had joint custody of their son. Her son turned out to be very disrespectful of me and said that he would never call me dad because his dad is white and doesn't want any black man to be his father. He stole money from me and started taking drugs and drinking so we had him put in a home to sober up and get detoxed. I felt badly for her because that was "her baby" but she didn't like what he turned into. His dad was feeding him all this crap and later on he confessed that he loved me and wishes I was his dad. I adopted him as my own and he father eventually did something to land him in jail.
I had been away for 2 weeks and I had missed her and when I got back home we had mad passionate sex about 13 years ago and that resulted in her becoming pregnant with our second daughter. She was so attached to me from the get go and she is still that way.
One of the rare weekends last winter, we had closed the plant because of all the bad weather and part of our warehouse was under repair. We continued to pay our employees even when they were out. The other boss had set up a fund in each employees name in case they should ever need emergency monies, etc. which in these hard times was unheard of.
My daughter, who was now just 13 asked me if we could go skiing. Her best girlfriend and she were talking about going but didn't know if we would let her go. I made plans for the 3 of us to go as my wife hates skiing and my oldest was into her boyfriend at the time.
I let them have a cabin of their own so I wouldn't be in their way of showers, washing their hair and changing their clothes 10 times a day. We went up NY State and the scenery was just beautiful. They didn't know about the cabin until we got there and I surprised them. We did agree to have some skiing time together and at least 1 meal a day.
The second day we were there and we had just finished breakfast when I decided to walk around the cabins and check out this little pub about 2 miles away. I bundled up and started my journey. I wasn't thinking about work but having sometime with my little girl and letting her have a good time.
I was admiring a deer and doe out into the wooded area when I slipped and fell and my ankle snapped. I slowly got myself up and went inside the pub to see if I could find out if there was a doctor anywhere near. As I asked, a beautiful redhead was there and said she was a nurse at a near by hospital and she would be happy to take me and get me looked at and fixed up. I sent a text to my daughter and told her not to worry about me but I think I broke my ankle and I wasn't even on my skis.