Before you read this, I want you to know something. I am absolutely not a bad person. I see people of all races as people. I don't normally have weird fetishes. You see I grew up in a racially diverse, wonderfully family-oriented environment. My name is Evelyn Marguerite Jacobs and I'm a lifelong resident of Boston, Massachusetts. I grew up in a city where people of African-American, Asian, Hispanic or Native American descent made up half of the total population. A city which has been Black Police Chiefs, Latino mayors, African-American female State Representatives and openly gay Congressmen. Boston is one of the most diverse and progressive cities in the United States of America. And I am proud to call it home. That's why this confession is so difficult.
I am fifty four years old, and recently divorced. I was married to a tall, handsome man of Japanese descent for almost thirty years. The great Thomas Yamamoto. Recently he left me for a Hawaiian chick half my age. They're living together in Honolulu right now. Men are always leaving their wives for younger women. Thomas and I have two sons and a daughter together, James, Henry and Clinton. James Yamamoto is an engineering student at Boston University. Henry Yamamoto is a police officer in Haverhill. He recently married Marianne Jean, a lovely schoolteacher of Haitian descent whom he met in Plymouth. They have a son together, my beloved grandson Joseph. My youngest son Clinton is a Fitness Trainer in New York City. Yeah, our sons are doing quite well. And they're proud of their dual Japanese and Irish heritage. Their father and I wanted them to know who they are and where they came from. I'm forever proud to be a mother and now a grandmother.
Since Thomas left me, I have been increasingly frustrated and angry. Thomas left me for a younger woman. A sexy younger woman of the Hawaiian persuasion. That's enough to make any woman doubt herself. At my age, I seldom feel desirable anymore. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, kind of chubby, with blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I've got large tits that are far from sagging, wide hips and a big, round ass. I'm nobody's ideal of beauty these days. White women don't age well I'm afraid and without makeup, I sometimes look much older than I really am. And I can't stand it. My sons are all busy with their lives and no one is around to take care of Dear Old Mom. I feel lonely, angry and frustrated.
Yet recently, there's been an injection of energy and life into my otherwise dreary existence. A new family moved next door to me. Clifford Adewale, a tall, good-looking Black man of Nigerian descent in his early fifties moved next door to me with his wife Veronique, a tall, sexy Black woman of Jamaican descent. Clifford is a sergeant with the Boston Police Department. His wife Veronique Almond is a registered nurse working at Massachusetts General Hospital. They have two sons, Adam and Edward, and a daughter named Monica. Adam and Edward attend Bay State College in Boston. Monica is a student-athlete at the University of Massachusetts. The Adewale family did well for itself. In many ways, they reminded me of myself and Thomas starting out decades ago. I admired them for that.
