1. Linda's Legacy


    Date: 2/11/2024, Categories: Loving Wives, Author: byCockatoo 

    NOTE: This is a standalone story which can be read and enjoyed without prerequisite. It is also a derivative work of "February Sucks!" by GeorgeAnderson, who is the author and sole owner of his work and the characters he created. This takes place 29 years after the events of that story, and 9 years after the end of my own alternate; "February Sucks: Same Old Me."

https://literotica.com/s/february-sucks

https://literotica.com/s/february-sucks-same-old-me-4of4

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Why am I driving to my mother's house at eleven o'clock at night in the pouring rain?

Why are my husband and children safe and dry at home, probably already asleep in their beds?

Why did Bradley threaten to divorce me? I haven't even done anything!

What the hell is going on?

Why won't anybody talk to me?

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My name is Emma Smyth. Except, of course, professionally. I practice under my maiden name, Johnson. My husband, Bradley, never objected to that. He understood how important it was to me that I earned my degrees and certifications in clinical psychology under my own name, before we got married. He was always supportive, and that's why we didn't have the ceremony until I was twenty-six.

That day, just over nine years ago, was probably the happiest day of my life. We had the perfect wedding, not too big, not too small, and all of our families were there. My father, Jim, is one hell of a dancer. He'd been taking lessons for something like fifteen years. That's how he met his wife, ...
    ... Grace. Technically she's my stepmom, but I was already seventeen when they first met, so she didn't have a hand in raising me. My mother, Linda, was also there, with her fourth husband, Glen. Having them all together at the wedding was a major feat of diplomacy, but it went smoothly. I even saw mom sitting at a table with dad and Grace while I was dancing with Bradley, after the father-daughter dance.

We wanted to start our family right away, since we'd waited to get married. Braelyn is eight, and Cayden is six. A girl and a boy, two years apart, just like me and my younger brother Tommy. I know it's silly, but it makes me feel like I accomplished everything correctly. They're at home now... and I'm not.

I should go back. Fuck this. I don't know why I should have to do this. I belong in my house, with my family, and Bradley needs to just get over his hurt feelings and accept what's going to happen. I NEED to go back home. I NEED to make things right with him.

But I can't. I'm not welcome.

I should explain.

***

I arrived home early, as I'd planned. I had the groceries I needed for Bradley's favorite dinner- my mom's meatloaf recipe, believe it or not, and a nice bottle of red wine. Idaho potatoes, sour cream, chives, Wisconsin cheddar cheese, and brussels sprouts. I know, lots of people don't like them, but I roast them with olive oil and a little salt and pepper, and they're just perfect. Key lime pie for desert. Oh, and a few delicate little things I'd picked ...
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