Twisted Oak: A Sexual Odyssey
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I contacted my mother after we were married, before the children came along. She seemed pleased to hear from me, but true to her form, she was more interested in what I could give her. Soon, her phone calls stopped after many attempts to get money from me. I had my new family, new ways, and new values. I called her every time one of the kids was born, but since Junior, I have not heard from her. It has been nineteen years and I wonder if she is still alive.
Thomas passed away last year. We miss him more than I can say. I worried about Greg because his grief took such a toll. It was as if with Thomas’s passing, he lost another piece of his father. Gregory wanted to bury Thomas in the family plot, but Thomas’s family insisted he be buried in the village with his people and so it was. Oh, my sweet Gregory has such a vulnerable heart. My poor love still has to learn that you cannot control everything. I pray to god, or whoever will listen, that I do not die before he does; I fear he would not survive it. I take comfort in Tali’s prediction all those years ago that Gregory will die before I do.
I am still as devoted to my loving lord as I have ever been. He has aged with grace and is even more beautiful than when I first met him. The dark curls are as thick as ever, but now tinted with gray, making his electric eyes even more striking. He takes care of himself, and so has not lost too much of his build. We both look after ourselves because we intend on enjoying one another for a long time to come, even though we have slowed down a bit.
The children changed everything, which we knew they would, but when Junior left home, we embraced some of our old ways. We even dusted off the apparatus in the playroom; what a fun way to reminisce, and it keeps us in tip-top shape. We have traveled more as well. When the children left home, I began to research the family history in earnest. I have come across amazing stories of fortitude, good fortune, and suffering, but above all, of powerful love.
Greg’s support for my plans to write the family history, to chronicle it for future generations, kept me focused, and so it begins here with this book, as I had to begin where I came from.
Each of us has a story, a real human story of poignancy and substance. Thank you for allowing me to share mine with you.
Neige Blanche Monique Delacroix
Twisted Oak Estate, 2013