As wives we are often called to support our husbands in ways that may push us beyond our comfort zone. Sometimes, we have to take a back seat to other areas that take precedence in their lives, but is for the greater good of the family. Our attitudes will dictate the outcome of these situations. Especially, when a negative attitude can not only impact the marriage, but also the mission that he's on.
I know this feeling all too well. Today, I'm sharing a glimpse into the marriage of Davina and Ronnie. It's another #writerwednesday. Read on...
IS THE GRASS REALLY GREENER
BELIEVE IN ME (CHAPTER) EXCERPT
“My baby, you sure are good to a man, look at you lookin’ all sexy in that red lingerie. Heeyyy, I got my own personal plus size super model…” Ronnie said, grabbing Davina in a tight hug. They were standing in their bedroom with the lights on low, slow dancing to The System’s “Don’t Disturb this Groove.”
“Watch out now…those models ain’t got nothing on me,” Davina replied, grinning from ear to ear. Her husband loved her just the way she was and because of that she never felt a reason to be self-conscious of her voluptuous figure. She never had been anyway, and he just gave her confidence an extreme boost. They had both had a couple of glasses of wine and turned the fireplace on in their room, more for the ambience than for the warmth. As a matter of fact, it was starting to get warm in the room, but Davina couldn’t tell if that was from the fireplace or the heat she and Ronnie were generating.
He kissed his wife softly on the lips and pulled her back close into his arms. Davina inhaled the fresh scent of Shower to Shower he had sprinkled on after finishing his shower. She didn’t know what she had done to deserve a man so good. She knew that the girls often pitied her because Ronnie had been unemployed for three years now, but she didn’t need anyone’s pity. They weren’t paying her bills or raising her kids. All she needed was the love of a good man. Besides, she had a wonderful job at Intelcom as an IT Director. Her salary was enough to cover all the bills and the kids’ extracurricular activities. But when he had lost his job they had to cut back on expenses like eating out at finer restaurants, vacations had been reduced to local areas rather than New York, Tahiti, Paris, Jamaica, and Hawaii. When it came time to pay the bills, there was a running joke about which ones they weren’t going to be able to pay, but it was far from the truth. She wouldn’t exchange a moment with this fine man for all the material wealth in the world.
Davina recalled meeting him when he came to install cable in her townhouse after she had just gotten her first real job after college. He was so sexy and good looking and she and the girls were having Friday Night Feast at her place. They had voted to stay at her place that night since they knew she had to be home to have cable installed. But they didn’t want her to be alone with a complete stranger in her home, so everyone had voted to stay in for Friday Night Feast.
Friday Night Feast was a monthly event where the ladies went out to eat and took turns deciding where they would eat…and then pig out. Throughout the years they had alternated between going out and staying in to eat. She had flirted shamelessly with the cable guy that night being encouraged by the girls. After a few drinks of wine, she had no reservations and that dimple in his left cheek seemed to be winking at her every time he smiled her way. She had been very shapely even then but he didn’t care, he just flirted back.
But it wasn’t until a couple of weeks later when she called in a complaint about her service, that she knew how serious he was. He was the tech to arrive on the scene to resolve the issue, upon leaving, he gave her his personal cell number and told her to call him with anymore issues or if she just wanted to talk. She couldn’t get up the courage to do so even with the girls egging her on. So he took the bull by the horns and stopped by unannounced one Friday night on Feast night and invited her out just before she was scheduled to leave with the girls. She didn’t make it out with him that night, but that Saturday night they had their first date, and their first night of hot sex, too and it hadn’t stopped since.
“Mmm,” she murmured continuing to sway to the beat with her husband.
“Max’s friend, Carl offered me a job today.”
“Oh, that’s good, honey…do you have an interview set up already?” she asked, still lying her head on his bare chest and swaying her ample hips in time with the beat, as the song segued into “Let’s Get it On.”
“Nope, he’s offered the job to me; it’s mine for the taking,” he said in a slightly distracted tone.
“Ooohh…that’s good. What will you be doing?”
“It only starts off at approximately $30,000 for greenhorns who are the lowest on the totem pole. I know it’s not much, but it’s better than nothing. I can work my way up fast, and it’s seasonal,” he said, avoiding her question.
“Wow…will you be back in the communications field?” she asked not paying attention to the term greenhorn. Ronnie had moved from a cable technician to a principal engineer within the first couple of years of their dating. He finally had procured the role of Sr. Level Technical Manager six years ago. The company, Walton Communications had merged with another telecommunications company, BC&T, three years ago and Ronnie had been laid off. It was a devastating blow, but they had been able to withstand it with her salary, his severance, and their savings.
“Ummm no…but it’s only one season a year and it’s a paying job. Once the season is over, I can return home and find other work until the off season is over,” he murmured against her ear holding her closer as he felt her body go taut.
“Return home? What you mean return home…Ronnie, where are you going?”
“It’s a traveling job.”
“Where…where are you going and how long will you be gone?”
“To the Bering Strait for four to five months, depending on how the season goes.”
“What?!” Davina screamed in his ear pulling away from him. This time he let her go because he had to place his hand over his left ear, trying to recover from the pain and shock of her shriek right against his ear.
“I’ll be going to the Bering Strait for four or five months.”
“To do what Ronnie?”
“Have you lost your ever loving mind? The Bering Strait? What you know about crab fishing?” she shouted again.
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