My name is Michael James Malone, sole child of James and Erin Malone due to my mother having a difficult birth and was unable to bear other children. James or Big Jim as he is known to his friends. Is sole owner of MMM (Malone Milling and Machining) As the name implies, we specialize in milling and fabrication of equipment and Parts. The plant is in the Jacksonville Shipyard which is near the Jacksonville Naval Station.
Over the years, my dad had not only established a great reputation but built a thriving business employing 300+ people of varying skill levels.
I worked with my dad from the day I could turn a screw and a hold a wrench. I was trained by the most skilled and experienced people on each piece of equipment in our plant. My dad insisted I learn the operation from the ground up and work my way through the ranks. No silver spoons nor free rides were handed out in this family.
After graduation from high school, I decided that a collage education was not beneficial to nor required in my future, I did however, pursue a business degree at a local business college by taking night courses. One evening while studying at the school library waiting for my second class to begin, I met a red headed, green eyed, freckled face angel, Mary Elizabeth McFadden. She stood about 5' 2" and about 105 lbs. soaking wet with curves in all the right places. She was attending classes to become a Paralegal. We hit it off and agreed to see each other again, which became dating quite frequently, eventually becoming an exclusive relationship. To say our sex life was outstanding would be the understatement of the decade, we were like two rabbits trying to outdo each other in bringing pleasure to our mate.
We acknowledged that there was a deep love between us but agreed to wait until after we had completed our degrees before taking the next step, i.e., marriage. Throughout this time, I continued working full time at MMM and Mary was working as a receptionist at the Duval County DA's Office.
After graduating from our respective classes, I began assuming more responsibilities in the overall supervision and administration duties, becoming groomed as the heir apparent to the overall operation of the MMM Plant. Mary received an appointment in the DA's Staff as a Paralegal, it was time to begin our lives together.
We were married at our local Catholic Church, moved into a home owned by MMM along with leased cars also under the corporation's control, these amenities were provided by the company as part of my compression package.
As we began the voyage of life, we were both adamant about starting a family, and just after our first anniversary Mary announced she was pregnant. Both families were overjoyed with the news. Eight months later we were blessed with our twins. Sean James, and Erin Margaret entered the world and we and our families were awed with the wonderous miracle before us.
Our peaceful life was quickly replaced with the hectic lifestyle of raising twins. Mary had taken leave from her position at the DA's office and took over the day-to-day duties of motherhood. I pitched in as much as possible while I was home, but she was the primary and perfect homemaker. Of course, the grandparents were there to assist, and spoil, but Mary was always in complete control.
Wow! Where did the time go, the twins were ready to attend pre-school. With the kids at school during the day, Mary was becoming bored being alone in the house all day and approached me about returning to work. She had contacted the DA's office and there was an opening for a paralegal. I was not completely agreeable with the idea but did not want to interfere with her wishes. I conceded she had completely immersed herself in raising our twins for the past five years and deserved some latitude.
We interviewed several candidates for a Nanny's position and decided that Mrs. Rebecca (Becky) Murry would be perfect. Still the doting father, I insisted on a complete surveillance system (Nanny Cams) throughout the house. This system was installed without the knowledge of Becky and could be activated by our cell phone app. The system came complete with a base system which had recording capability for the day-to-day activities.
Mary returned to work, and I continued with the daily operation of the Plant. We spent several hours after work reviewing the Nany Camera coverage and it seemed I had wasted several hundred dollars, as Becky was the poster child of doting Nanny's. Love and care, with discipline handed out, as necessary. All was well in the Malone Household, until it was not.
Mary had been back at work for about 18 months when I began noticing she began dressing up a little more than required for daily operations in a legal office. Nothing outlandish mind you, just seemed more evening attire rather than work attire. Then began the phone calls explaining she would be working late to get all the documents ready for an important trial. These late nights began only once or twice a month. Then came the request to attend the weekly Girl's Night Out activities. I expressed my displeasure of being left alone with the twins on her late-night working and now she wants to stay out Friday nights drinking with a bunch of her workmates. She promptly told me that she had devoted five years of watching over the twins and did not think it would hurt me to spend a few nights watching over them while she unwound. Honestly, I really had no supporting arguments other than the ugly green monster beginning to whisper in my ear.
Things continue to go on with the late nights becoming more frequent and arriving home from her Friday nights later and later. As you know, I am not a college graduate, nor do I have any fancy degrees but I'm nobody's fool. I approached her about our diminishing sex life and the increasing lack of our social together times. She just seemed to shrug off my concerns without any acceptable explanation and continued with her new lifestyle.
After a few months, I finally had enough. I explained we were no longer acting like a loving and caring family but as individuals with different goals and if we were not careful there could be some serious consequences. She huffed that she did her share of the family responsibilities and that I was just jealous of her ability to enjoy herself with her friends. I told her that may be true however, tomorrow evening I was planning for the twins to be spending night with my parents and we were going to have a serious discussion about where our marriage heading. She gave me a go to hell look and huffed off to our bedroom and locked the door. This really got my Irish up, I insisted she open the door and when she refused, I kicked the door open explaining this was where I slept and if she was uncomfortable with that, she could find another place to lay her head. She left to sleep elsewhere and had a look of fear in her eyes.
