This is my first story i am writing so please bear with me. I hope you enjoy.
This was suppose to be one of the happiest chapters of my life. I was getting married for the first time, at 41, and knowing the double life i was living at that time, I should have been more excited, yet, I was obviously scared, as well. But, as life always does, it seems to throw curveballs at you. That curveball, being my 18 yr old son, Curtis.
Let me give a little history before we get to present day and my wedding.
Curtis is my only child, born from an interracial one night stand i'd had while finishing my Senior year in college. (Yes I'm a white woman.) He was a senior in high school, played on the football team, yet seemingly disliked anyone who didn't share his melanin. He's 6'6 275 lbs, and was one of a handful of "black kids" to attend a predominantly white school.
Now, My name is Laurie, and I am an HR representative for a major hospital chain. I have always prided myself in my career, having to raise a child on my own, after the person I'd had sex with thought I was good enough to make a baby, but not help raise that child. I was still attractive enough to have garnered the interest of men, as i am 5'3 and 114 lbs, but had never really been interested in furthering a relationship.
That is until I met my fiance, Marc. Marc worked for a renowned IT firm and did well for himself, moving up the corporate ladder. At 56, he was confident, driven, but was divorced, had 2 grown children, and had a heart of gold. We had been dating for the last year, but 5 months earlier, he asked for my hand in marriage.
That didn't sit well with Curtis, because, not only had it been just the two of us all his life, now, a white man is trying to come into his life by marrying his mother, despite never having a father figure of his own. Plus, Curtis and I had another relationship Marc could never learn of. We've been sexually intimate since his 18th birthday, 5 months ago.
I'm sure many of you reading this are thinking, "How can a mother have sex with her own child?" Well, I don't expect anyone to understand, but when you love two men, and one will not accept the other, you tend to do drastic things in hopes of trying to make everything work.
Marc asking me to marry him, drastically changed the trajectory of our lives, because he popped the question at the dinner table, the night of Curtis' birthday. It was never intended to be about Marc and me. I had invited Marc over without asking Curtis, because i was hoping that celebrating his birthday, together, might bring a little glimpse of the life I was hoping to have.
Boy, was i wrong.
That turned into the moment my and Curtis' filial relationship turned into much, much more.
"What the fuck, mom!" Curtis shouted, as Marc dropped to one knee, showing me the 1 1/2 carat ring staring me in the face. "It's my fucking birthday! Not only do you invite him to my party, behind my back, but he asked you to marry him!"
Marc stood up when he saw Curtis starting to leave the kitchen and, trying to diffuse the situation, said, "Son, I wasnt...."
But Curtis, furiously cutting him off said, "I ain't your son, motha fucka!" And continued storming off.
I said, "Marc, honey, let him go. This was a shock, not only to me, but moreso to him." I continued, "This was my fault, I should have asked him first, before inviting you over for dinner, as well. I will talk to him later on, but for now, please go home, I'll talk to you later. But yes, I accept you marriage proposal. Thank you, I love you, Marc."
I had shown Marc to the door, and, giving him a kiss goodbye, closed it behind him, while admiring the ring he'd slipped on my left hand.
I had proceeded to make my way to Curtis' bedroom to apologize for ruining his birthday and the surprise proposal by Marc.
"Curtis, honey, can i come in?" I said, standing outside the door of his room, in the hallway.
"What!" Curtis shouted, as a tear welled up in my eye.
"Honey, i just want to talk to you about the disrespect I showed and how sorry I am for hurting you." I retorted, "I was hoping we could have enjoyed this dinner, together, but I swear I did not expect him to propose to me either."
"Well, that's the problem mom, you don't think." Curtis mused. "I saw him come into the house, and you tell all three of us to sit, and begin serving us dinner. I don't like him, mom!"
"Honey, he is a good man. I just want to be happy. You're almost out of high school and you'll be leaving one day," I'd said, now beginning to cry. "I thought you would want me to be happy, as I dont want to grow old, alone. I've raised you, by myself, sacrificing my own interests and happiness to provide for you."
Curtis, still seething, replied, "So you think I'm going to accept someone in my life, i dont want in it!?" Furthering, he said, "When was I going to be involved? What about me? What I want!"
