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My life, My Choice

... going out tonight. Carol and I smiled at each other as she told us that. Later when my mother and my Aunt were in their room getting ready to go out I over heard them talking about a man named John. I stopped dead in my tracks outside their open door. I had never known my mother or my Aunt to talk about men. I do not remember of them having any men over to our house. I also had never known either of them to date men. I never really knew why my parents got divorced however, I rather figured by then it was because she was a lesbian. Debbie said, “John and you used to be the talk of the school.” “If I remember right you two were voted the couple mostly likely to marry our senior year as well as you two being the highlight of our senior prom.” “That was a long time ago and they were wrong about us,” my mother replied with a little stress in her voice. “Besides he left me,” my mother added. “He left because of the accident as he felt responsible,” Debbie said. “He asked you to wait for him but no you had to marry that asshole Nick instead.” “You don’t have to rub that mistake in as I live the regret of marrying him each and every day,” my mother replied. “Besides John wished me well in his letter to me,” my mother added. “Linda, the man was in the army and you wrote him a Dear John letter and it was not because his name was John,” Debbie said shaking her head from side to side. “I did not tell him to sign up for a second tour in the Army,” “He made that choice not me,” my mother ...

... replied. “Why did you not talk to him when he returned to lay his mother and father to rest after their accident?” Why didn’t you ever tell him your little secret?” Debbie asked my mother. My mother thought for a while then replied, “I wanted too but I just could not tell him what I wanted too. Besides war has a way of changing a man just as time can change a woman.” “Are you ever going to tell him?” Debbie asked. “No and you know I don’t care to discuss that because of Kelly,” my mother replied. Debbie said, “I saw the way you looked at him Linda.” I was curious as to why he was at our shop that is all,” my mother replied. Debbie said. “ Yeah right, but you have to admit he looked a lot better than he did when he returned wounded from the Army two years ago,” she added. “Yeah I know, I went to see him in the hospital two years ago while he was in there,” my mother replied. “You told me you never went to see him after I even asked you to go with me when I went to see him,” Debbie said. Debbie then asked, “Did you go see him to tell him the truth?” “Yes, no,” I am not for sure but I felt like I owned him an explanation however the nurse explained that he would be out for a while as she had just gave him some pain medicine,” my mother replied. “Linda you should have told him,” Debbie said. “I know, however I only walked into the room and touched his hand then left as I could not stand to see him like that.” “It brought back memories of the accident,” my mother added wiping tears ...