I guess I should say here that I'm not really a bad guy. I try to struggle through life utilizing the best of my abilities and with the tools that life has given me, but sometimes I wonder just what fate has in store for me.
The downturn of my life started when I met my wife Judith Brusqué. I once looked up brusque in the dictionary and except for the accent on the last letter it meant crabby, or ill tempered. That was Judith, (not Judy or Jude, but Judith). But I didn't find that out until about six months after our marriage. By some miracle, Judith became pregnant then and after many nights of arguing she finally actually relented to keep the pregnancy going to full term, but she had conditions. One, she moved into the spare room for the duration. Two, she would get her tubes tied once the baby was born. Three, no sex for a minimum of six months after the child was born. And last but not least, I was cut back to sex once every two weeks thereafter.
Now you are saying why in the hell did I stay with her? Well, I asked myself that question for the next seven years until I came home one day, and she was gone. Our daughter, Kelly Ann had started first grade that week and when I came home on Friday; my next-door neighbor came to me with a very upset and crying daughter. It seems that when Kelly got home, the house was locked up, and she couldn't get in. She of course went next door to the kindly lady she knew would help her.
Mrs. Dority had been widowed about a year ago and Kelly and I tried to make her life a little more bearable. She doted on Kelly as her children were scattered all over the country. She didn't see her children as they had their own lives now and couldn't be bothered to come all the way down to Texas to see her. One daughter was in New York, and working in advertising. A son was in LA working as a stunt man. Her other daughter was in Michigan working as an accountant in Lansing. None of her children was married so no grandchildren yet. Mary Dority doted on Kelly as her only grandchild and was the only bright spot of my life.
Judith did leave a note for me on the bedroom door. It read:
I could not take it any more with your lack of sexual knowledge and taking care of that brat I whelped. She is your problem now and good riddance as far as I am concerned. I took half of your bank accounts, so just file for abandonment whenever you want. I will never return to you and the brat.
Well to say the least that I was surprised would be the understatement of the year. I actually thought things were finally turning around. Judith and I made love twice during that last week. Now I had to raise a six-year-old all by myself. Well, I did have Mary to help me, but was that enough?
Six months after that bombshell hit; I was let go from my firm as downsizing. I guess I was making too much money for them, and I needed to go so they could stay open with the downturn in the economy. I am an electrical engineer by trade and had just made PE (Professional Engineer), and things were looking better. We lived in Round Rock, Texas just north of Austin. I tried having my resume out there everywhere. I did find work here and there but nothing permanent. It was mostly contract or consulting work for three months to a year. I never let Mary know about my financial troubles until I was between jobs, and it was almost two months without a paycheck.
I lived from hand to mouth for almost six years like that, and then I confessed to Mary that I really needed a permanent job. Mary told me about CRS over in Taylor. She said I should ask for Judy Crane and tell her I knew Clyde and Mary Dority. Well, I had nothing to lose, so I went to Taylor and asked for Mrs. Crane. I explained how I knew Mary, and that she had been my babysitter for my now 12-year-old daughter. I didn't really know Clyde that well, but Mary was a different matter. My daughter and I have been looking after her since Clyde passed, and I could not have found a better friend and neighbor.
Mrs. Crane took my resume and then typed some things into her computer and said, "How about for right now, working in facilities? We have had an opening for an electrician/electrical engineer for some time now. Do you think that would be ok for you?"
"Mrs. Crane, may I ask what the rate is per hour or is that a salaried position? To make ends meet, I need to clear about $1500 a week."
"Let me see. The hourly rate is $49.95 for a standard 40-hour week so that would be..." She entered some numbers in her calculator and then said, "That would be a gross of $1995 per week and almost $8,000 per month. Would that be sufficient for right now?"
"Yes Mrs. Crane I think we could live on that for a while. I must admit that working contract was getting me a little more, like $54.00 per hour, but I had to pay for my own insurance and take taxes out of that too. How soon would health insurance kick in?"
"If you are still here working after 60 days, our insurance would kick in and begin covering you and your daughter. Insurance would run you about $200.00 a month for the both of you."
"That is half of what I am paying now for both of us. Yes, I'll take the job, if you still want me."
Judy shook my hand and said, "Welcome to CRS." She went into detail about the company, how it got started, and what all they build and do. She then called David Dewhurst, the manager of facilities. He came up to her office, and he gave me the nickel tour through the plant, and what all Facilities are responsible for.
I had to go back to Admin and get with HR and fill out a bunch of forms, and then I was done for the day. I was to report to Facilities at 8:00 the next morning. I drove home in a cloud. Maybe my luck finally turned around.
We celebrated that night by going out to dinner to Gino's. Gino's is a small family-owned Italian restaurant in a strip center on the main road of Round Rock. They have great home cooking and a very friendly staff. Mary suggested that we be a family, just the three of us. She complained that her family had about disowned her and only called when they remembered they still had a mother. She would sometimes get a card on Mother's day and maybe a call on Christmas. She said she would adopt us as her son and granddaughter, and we could adopt her as Kelly's grandma. I told her that we had already decided that matter several years ago. She would always be Mom to me, and grandma to Kelly.
From then on our houses never felt empty. There was love in each home. Where we were there was love. Kelly would stay at Mary's some nights and Mary would stay in our house some nights. We were one happy family.
I guess it was about six months later when the next crisis came about. It was a Tuesday morning, and I was in the kitchen fixing breakfast for Kelly and me. I heard a scream and I ran to Kelly's bathroom and heard, "Daddy; I'm bleeding!!!"
"Kelly Honey, it's just your period starting. It's nothing to worry about."
"No Daddy, I'm bleeding really bad. It won't stop."
"Can I come in Honey?"
"Yes Daddy, I need help."
I opened the door, and there on the commode was my naked daughter. I could see that the bowl was full of dark blood and still blobs were dropping from her vagina. Kelly was panicked and I had to stay calm but inside, I was a mess. My life was bleeding to death. I quickly gathered a T-shirt and panties and some old shorts. I took a bath towel, put it under her, and pulled her panties up and then the shorts. I pulled her T-shirt down on her, and rushed out to the car and drove like a maniac to the St. David's hospital up the road from us. I had the flashers going and honking the horn the whole way. I was driven to make sure my daughter lived.
The emergency room people rushed her into a room and had me stand around trying to fill out paperwork. I was in a total daze. I wanted to be with Kelly, but they wouldn't let me near her. I was questioned by a policeman about what happened. I guess they thought I was the one to hurt her. Like maybe I tried to have sex with her or something. I did get very indignant with the officer, and we had to take it outside. I was ready to deck the son of a bitch asking questions like that. I guess he finally realized that I was not responsible for her condition.
Once back inside and calmed down, the doctor came out and explained to me and the officer that Kelly's hymen was closed completely off and that after a couple of periods and the stress of trying to have a bowel movement Kelly had ruptured her hymen, and all the previous blood that was blocked behind it came gushing out. She would need to see a gynecologist to have her hymen removed. That was not something he was qualified to do. Kelly was stabilized right now, and they gave her something to calm her down and something for the pain. She should go home and rest all day. He said that she might spot for the rest of the day, but that was all. He suggested that I get her some pads as tampons would only aggravate her condition.
I drove a much subdued daughter back home in a much more sedate manner than which we came to the hospital. Mary came outside as soon we came home and wanted to know what was wrong. Once I explained what happened, she said she would take care of Kelly, and I should go to work, and she would make an appointment with her ob-gyn doctor.
I hugged Mary to me and cried into her shoulder for a while. She just let me vent and cry, telling me it would be alright. She said, "Rob, I know just what she needs and right now a panicked father is not it. You go to work and get involved in that while I take good care of our girl. Can you do that for us?"
"Yes Mary. Thank you for being here for us. I'll never forget this. I love you Mom."
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