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My Loving Son

Mark Lyndhurst was walking down his garden path when he heard a kerfuffle coming from the house. As he got nearer he heard his mother shouting. "How can you do this to me, I've waited nine months for this cruise and now you say you can't go!" Then his dad in a quieter more conciliatory voice, "I'm sorry Emma, but they've brought the whole contract date forward to next week instead of next month. There's nothing I can do honey, I'm so sorry." "You can tell them to stuff the fucking contract!" she shouted louder, Mark held his place and listened. She must be really rattled to use that language, he thought. But his mother knew he couldn't not go to work, it was his contract, he and his team had won it against all the odds, and the company would hit the big time now. It was a contract worth 700million in total. And he would be Project Director, not only securing his company's future but also his own. But things weren't going too well in the Lyndhurst household; she and her husband had been bickering for some time now. The three week cruise was supposed to be a reconciliation holiday, put all their troubles behind them, work at it, get the marriage back on track. "I've had enough Don, I've had it, I think we might as well separate, you have your work, me and Mark come a poor second obviously. I think we ought to get a divorce, would that suit you better hey?" She told him hotly. "Now now Emma you don't mean that," he replied. "Don't I, you just watch me!" and Mark heard her ...

... slamming out of the kitchen in tears. When he went in, he said to his father, "what's going on dad, what have you done now?" "Its work, I have to cancel the holiday cruise with your mother, and she has gone ballistic, she just doesn't understand." He said grumpily. "Well its hardly surprising is it," he told his father, "you have been promising her a good holiday for the last three years and for three years you've made excuse after excuse, its no wonder she's angry is it?" Mark looked accusingly at his father, he was a good provider, but had in later years become a lousy husband to his mother. And for that he would never be able to love him like he once did, when he was a boy his dad was his idol. But the last few years as he had been growing up he began to see him for what he was, a selfish person, that if something didn't suit him, it was no good for any one. "The cruise is three days away dad how can you do it?" Mark was angry but held it in check. "I know Mark, but there is absolutely nothing I can do. The firm have offered to pay for a new holiday next year, and stump up the lost cash for this one," he told his son. "Big deal, you do need the money don't you!" He walked away and went to his mother; she was laid on her bed crying. He sat next to her and cuddled her, shushing her, saying don't cry, and just giving her a love. At twenty years old Mark was a man now in his own right. He had an irregular girlfriend, but he had a well kept secret, he had a lover, one that no one ...