I met a young man Daniel almost three years ago. He told me a story I found hard to believe. He assured me it was true. Since then I know it to be, I have met almost the entire family. Daniel put me in touch with others he learned of over the years, don't know how, I asked he didn't say.
I am not a writer, far from it. Except for the names and places, the stories you read are true for the most part. Still they are not biographies, artistic license has been taken to enhance or in some cases minimize the events described. All sexual situations were between consensual adults within the framework of their story.
The stories are somewhat long, most of these stories cover several years. I will try to keep the chapters short, I suggest you save one for reference. None of the stories are mine, or any personal friend or relative.
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"Please David just bring them, I know we have had our differences but I want to do this. I will have dinner ready when you get here." Robin assured me for the umpteenth time.
The words still resonated in my brain as I looked over at the kids sleeping beside me on the seat. It had been a long drive and we still had another four hours to go. I was still uneasy about this, they were my responsibility, and they have been for more than a year, I just was not sure living with Robin was the best idea. My Aunt Rachel assured me it would be fine, she I trusted, but Robin was another story.
As the miles rolled past I thought back to see if there was anything that should change my mind. Was I being too hard on her, was I blaming her for what Kim did to me, to us? What is it about women in my life, if it weren't for Rachel I might think all women are messed up? Then I thought about how Rachel must feel about men. It brought a smile to me. It was her brother, my dad that started all of this. Again I laughed internally, always looking to blame someone else aren't we, take the easy way out. Dad had never met Kim how could I blame him for that? Just because he and mom bailed on me when I was an infant should not justify me blaming him when Kim bailed on the kids and me.
Not only did she leave me Kim left her kids behind, how can a woman do that? I've heard all of the psychological BS, really after nine months of carrying each of the two kids, you just leave? I'll never figure that one out, never.
I pulled up to the pump and made sure the kids were awake before I got out. I filled the tank then pulled the truck up to the building. Chad grabbed his sister's hand as he always did looking both ways before opening the door. He may not be the brightest but he is protective. I paid for the gas and we all used the facilities, Chad never budging from the ladies room door until Blair returned. I knew it would be another couple of hours before dinner so I let them split a candy bar just this once, I picked up a pack of gum.
They started in on another game of license plates from across the country. Myself, my brain went back in time to the day I knew we were on our own. Kim was a wild one when we met, extremely wild, even though she was six years my senior. I love that about her, at least then I did. When I shipped out at 18 and we needed to get married so we could have our own place, ok sign me up. Chad came along shortly after I got assigned to my base. Blair arrived less than a year later. I really thought after Blair she would want to settle down some. I think she tried, at least she said she was.
When she left the first time I just thought she was scared. My concern was after the second time she would really do something desperate, it has happened before. I asked to be reassigned to the base and with the help of my commanders I was able to stay around the kids more. It helped but after just a year I knew the third time she went AWOL it was over. I tried to make it work but a military base is no place for kids, especially with no mother. I got the divorce finalized and served the rest of my term. Getting a job was fairly easy, getting a job that allowed me to raise a family was almost impossible.
I looked at the sign another forty miles until we turned off. I looked over at the kids, they were oblivious to how their world would change, but I was apprehensive. We took the turn off and headed for town.
"Are we almost there?" Blair had noticed the change in the road Chad was still looking for license plates, I guess he figured we would not get there until he got them all.
"Real soon honey, just a few more miles?" I spoke softly.
"Tell me again what she looks like. Is she really pretty or is she just kind of pretty?" Blair picked up her doll and combed her hair.
I thought back to the only time I saw her, must be close to eight years. It was at her parent's funeral, the grandparents that raised me. That was when I met Rachel as well. It was a sad time, one of the lowest of my life. I was in the service at the time Kim was pregnant with Chad, I went alone staying with a teenage friend. They were not that old but then fate does not look upon age as a factor. The only consolation is the accident took them at the same time. That sounds cruel but I know they both would have wanted it that way.
Mr. Douglas handled the whole affair as well as the estate afterwards. I was not sure if Robin would show up, rumor had it she would. I was pretty distraught but knew this was no time to make a scene. Fortunately the service was basic in that their remains had been cremated, there were no viewings planned just a simple but respectful event. There was no funeral procession, no gravesite service just a reception at the funeral home. The place was packed several hundred people gathered for the service.
The front row was reserved for family, my grandfather's brother George was there and Grandmothers two sisters with a few of the nieces and nephews. I kept a look out for Robin almost hoping she would not come. Then two very nice looking middle age ladies came in. I felt cornered. I was not sure which was my mother? They both scanned the crowd then the one saw me and turned quickly to the other. Robin looked my way, I knew it was her I could see it in her eyes.
I was frozen to the spot, emotions I had buried years ago rose to the surface like a tidal wave. She started my way, I looked for and escape route ready to bolt at a moment's notice if she got too close. George realizing what was about to happen gripped my arm.
"Don't you move, I will take care of this!"
He approached Robin, stopped her and gave her a quick hug. Holding her for a moment he spoke to her. She looked to me and I could see that she was very upset. Fortunately the rest of the family approached her and her guest shielding them from any further contact with me. She sat at the other end of the isle, I refused to even look her way.
After the service there was not a dry eye in the place including mine. I had lost the only real family that mattered. I slipped into the hall to use the restroom waiting as long as I could before returning to the fray. I had lost sight of her during that time, everyone was leaving except the family and closest of friends. I did not see Robin so I stuck around figuring she had gone. When I felt the time was appropriate I said my goodbyes and headed to the front door to leave. Robin and Rachel were in a small side room with a couple of her cousins. Robin saw me walk past, I did not see her at first. Then just before the door I heard someone speak.
"David? Can we talk?" She said it very calmly, but still I could sense the apprehension in her voice. Talk? You want to fucking talk? What the fuck can we possibly have to talk about at a time like this? It was all I could think of. I dare not look at her.
"Sorry for your loss miss, I know how much they loved you!" I walked through the door and left.
It was not what I said but how I said it that I remember most. Either way it was not a memory I am particularly proud of. I have grown and matured so much since then.
Blair was waiting for an answer.
"I would have to say very pretty." I replied with a smile.
We drove through the center of town past the court house and the bank and headed out the other side. When we reached the outskirts of town there was a small subdivision, in front was the old farm house Robin owned. It was large, stately but not opulent. It stood testament to the riches this farm once produced, now just a sentry watching over the fields of cookie cutter residences. I wondered how she could afford such a large place then reminded myself she was married for a time to a banker, no doubt picked it up for a song from some foreclosure.
The first thing I saw was two cars in the drive, my instincts went on alert before I realized one could be Rachel's. Relieved I looked over at the kids to see how they were doing, so far so good.
