Welcome to this week’s edition of Truth or Fiction. I would also like to thank everyone who has participated in my stories so far. As you know (or maybe you don’t), I will be posting a short story every week that will be based on truth or it may be the writing of my imagination. As I stated in the first story, (you can read it here) the true stories may be MY stories or of someone I know. In other words, not all the true stories are about me.
For example, last weeks story (you can see it here) was a TRUE story but it wasn’t my story. It was my mothers.
My mom shared one of the very rare stories of her past with me a couple of times. How she learned to write so fancy. I always admired her handwriting. It was beautiful. She did indeed learn it from an employer. My mom and a girlfriend ran away from home when she was fourteen. They hitchhiked to Chicago and her first job there was as a maid in a fancy rich lady’s house. It was in the early 1940s. A time when the war was still raging overseas. My mom always spoke fondly of this rich lady and the kindness that was shown to her, a young and naive girl in the big city.
So, some of you got it right, some got it wrong. Thank you all once again for joining me here. Now let’s get going on the next story. Is it based on truth or fiction?
The urge to interrupt him before he had finished was overwhelming. She tried several times but her words were drowned out by his proposal. How did things get to this? She didn’t want to marry him! She didn’t want to marry anyone right now. She was young and away from her family for the first time. She wanted to live life to the fullest, not settle down with a man. Not to mention he wanted children right away. Children? She wasn’t even sure she wanted kids. Ever.
She opened her mouth to interrupt him again but he wouldn’t stop. He just talked louder, explaining all the reasons she should marry him. It was horrifying and embarrassing. Her mind flew back to when they first met. It had only been a few months since that first date. It hadn’t even really been a date. She wasn’t sure what it had been. A foursome with her girlfriend and the guy she picked up at the bar? The two of them just ended up together when her girlfriend hooked up with some guy and he had a friend with him. The man standing before her with a ring and a pleading look in his eyes.
Her girlfriend was no longer seeing the guy she hooked up with that night. Yet, here was Mike, with his greying hair and his earnest eyes and a damn ring explaining all the benefits of being married to him.
“I’ll treat you like a princess. You won’t want for anything.”
Does he really think money is what I want? she thought. Maybe some women would but not her. She could earn her own money, in fact, she looked forward to it. What she didn’t want was to marry a man twice her age who wanted to put her on some pedestal. Pedestals were shaky things to be on. A person would always fall off at some point. No, she didn’t want that and she didn’t want to get married to Mike, or anyone. Not right now.
“Mike, please stop.”
Finally, her words were heard. Mike stopped talking over her and ground to a stop. His smile was still in place as was the earnest look in his brown eyes. She hated what she was about to do.
“Mike, I can’t marry you. I’m sorry.”
“Baby, don’t say that. Think about it. I know I’m moving fast but I also know I want you as my wife.”
“I’m sorry. I’m not going to marry you. Not now. Not ever. I don’t love you like that.”
“I’ll give you anything you want. I have money. You won’t have to work. I have a nice house for you to live in. I love you.”
“I can’t. I just can’t, Mike. I don’t want to get married. I want to live my life, right now.”
“Think about it, ok? Just take some time and think about it.”
“I don’t need time, Mike. The answer will still be no. You need to find someone who will love you like you need to be loved. That’s just not me.”
“Just take a day or two. That’s all. Think about it.”
She knew it was the coward’s way out but she agreed. She also knew she wasn’t going to change her mind but at least it got him to stop begging her. It was so sad to see him do that. She felt so bad for him.
When he tried calling her several days later she wouldn’t take the calls. Another cowardly episode on her part but she just didn’t know what else to do. Eventually, the phone calls stopped and she hoped that Mike found someone he could be happy with.
Have you ever had someone ask something of you that you just couldn’t do? Or have someone propose and turn them down? How would you have handled this situation?
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Ok, here again I’m probably wrong but it sounds like something you would do. I said no for over a year. He got me with health insurance for my daughter. Very, very expensive insurance in the end. I had a weak moment. The first one talked me into it as well. He thought being married would keep him off the front lines. It did but it put me on the front lines. I wasn’t as good at no as your story’s character. (You?)
Well, insurance for your daughter would do it. For me, marriage is overrated. I was always ok with just living with someone, even back when ‘good’ women didn’t do that. I never much cared what others thought. 😉
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I agree. I was living with him for that year but it was a constant barrage of insistence that finally wore me down. Never, ever again. Living with someone works ok for me too. 😉
We are such rebels, my friend. 🙂
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It would be wrong to start off with three trues in a row…. so, false.
Hmmm……a valid point. But then I could be that wrong….. 😉
Although I think there is a little truth in here, I’m going with the false. PS: Glad to have you back posting.
Thank you, Frank. Good to be back posting. I’m so glad you are reading. I’m still a bit slow in reading other posts but working on it.
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Ease yourself back into visiting at your own pace.
This is a good one, Jackie! And a difficult one for that. There is something…maybe in the word choice (apart from the feeling that you could do this 😀 )…that makes me think this has some truth to it. So great you are posting again, this is fun! Many hugs
Thanks tiny. Word choice, eh? Now that can be tricky indeed. 😉 Hugs back at ya my friend!
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Hi Jackie! This one’s a toss-up. Great fiction – but the story also sounds like something you heard or experienced first hand. I may not guess right, but I’m certainly enjoying your short stories. 🙂
You’ll know sometime this week if it’s true or not. 😉 I’m glad you’re enjoying them. So am I! 🙂
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