I began this story to see what kind of reaction I would get from other LW writers to the concept of a young lady exposing the infidelity and disrespect shown by the elder females of her family towards the husbands (I.e. her father and grandfather) they were supposed to love, honor, and be true to 'forsaking all others'. At the beginning, the poor child is forced into counseling because of the pending divorce of her parents due to her mother's adultery. In order to leave the format as open as possible, I chose not to give the characters specific names, but to leave it available for other writers should they desire to continue the story. I am extremely surprised and greatly appreciate the many favorable comments my story has received.
Now, rightly or wrongly I write my stories as they come into my head, and, although I had initially intended for the main character to be the grand daughter, the story evolved with the MC being the grandmother instead. It seems logical to me that this is so, since the grandma appears to have been where the cheating wife behavior started, way before the grand daughter was ever born. To those who question how the parents have the same boss; easy, the wife is the senior partner's 'executive assistant' (secretary) and the husband is a tech rep whose immediate supervisor answers to and is ordered to schedule trips away by that same senior partner.
I begin part 2 at the point where the counselor moves the grandma and her daughter to the waiting room and leaves to complete the session with the grand daughter.
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In the waiting room
As my daughter and I sat crying and waiting for my grand daughter's session to end, we faced each other, neither knowing what to say or do after the revelations we'd just heard.
After a long period of silence I finally sobbed and said, "Well, I guess by my behavior I've pretty much screwed up our entire family." I sighed.
"No mom," my daughter said as she dried her tears. "I'm to blame for the destruction of my own marriage and family. My daughter is right, I made the decision to have an affair and to bring it into my own home. I got caught and I'll take full responsibility for my actions. I just don't know what possessed me to feel I was so entitled, or that I could get away with it with no consequences." She started crying again.
"That may be true, but, as much as I would like to blame everyone else, I was the one who started screwing around on your father and didn't realize my obvious cheating was discovered by him years ago. I was so blinded by my selfish affairs I didn't even hear my own husband crying himself to sleep for years. I feel so ashamed."
"Mother, I've been thinking about that for some time and wonder how did dad find out you were cheating? I certainly didn't tell him, yet like my daughter now I wish I had. I can imagine what he'll think of me when he finds out I knew you were cheating all along. But why didn't he do anything to stop you?" she asked.
"Well, after you said that it was obvious what I had been doing by my appearance when I finally did come home from my 'dates', it isn't hard to determine that your father would come to the same conclusion. He's trusting, but he isn't a complete fool. As to why he hasn't dumped my cheating ass, I don't now. Guess I'll have to ask him wont I."
"So you're going to try marriage counseling with dad?" I nodded, she continued "Don't you think that might backfire and end in dad divorcing you?"
"Yes, that's a high probability, but since your father has chosen to stay with me even after you've 'left the nest' I am reasonably sure I can get him into counseling."
Still I was becoming more concerned when she dropped the bombshell question, "Also, since you started cheating on daddy before I was born, is there any chance that dad is not my biological father?"
I was totally shocked. "Oh my God no! ... I don't know ... I guess it is possible ..." I stammered and stuttered, horrified at the possibility of what further damage I may have done to my husband. I truly do love him, but now I may be faced with the fact that not only had I cuckolded him for years and with numerous partners, but he might not even be the father of our only child. I started crying in earnest because, if true, that fact alone would end my marriage. And rightly so! If my husband wasn't our daughters bio-dad, then our grand daughter wasn't his either, and that would just kill him.