I Married the Woman They Wanted My Mother To Be; Free, Short, Micro-Story, Reference to Princess Di

I Married the Woman They Wanted My Mother To Be

A Micro-Story Published by XicaLoveStories.com
A hort fiction, unless you find truth

I was just fifteen or so when my mother went into a tunnel and never came out. She had entered that tunnel long before August of 31st, there was just no way of us to understand all the facts which surrounded her inner pain.

She had been embarrassed in front of the world by a man who was my father and a woman who later became my step mother. If it is one thing they taught us when growing up, it was to show respect for thy elders. Respect I have shown. Respect I have given. My inner pain which I share with my deceased mother is within me and continues regardless of the changes which were made and the expectations which are made known.

My mother was funny, warm, charming and a delight to look at. I loved her, and to this day I still miss her in ways that only a son could understand.

I look around at history and I see young sons who may not have followed the program. I see a small aircraft fall from the sky into the sea. Was this an accident? It was never said, only implied that I was somehow better than “him” the young man whose plan fell from the sky. Not true. My fate could have been the same had I not got with the program, and did my part to further the agenda. What agenda? Who knows? Perhaps my son will understand the agenda better than myself.

My grandfather still lives, yet his secrets are not shared with me. He is waiting for my son.

I married the woman they wanted my mother to be. She is beautiful, charming and well educated. Her grace fills the room when she enters, and sometimes I fully realized that this beautiful creature is my wife, only because, of my family heritage.

I complain not, I listen, learn and understand the world as it is and how those around me would like it to be. There is a physically discount from my mother in the main house. Yet her spiritual connection to me and my future is so strong that it provides light, when there is no light.

Why was my mother in tAnhat car with a billionaire playboy? It is implied that I am to be ashamed of her actions. Yet, something greater then I helps me to understand her actions, in ways, that I will never be able to share with my father or my grandmother.

She lives, within me. Her DNA is still very much a part of who I am. I only hope that I won’t disappoint my father and my grandmother.

Anonymous Fiction

To find real fiction, free,short stories,visit: http://xicalovestories.com