Wednesday Writing X

Well, it’s Wednesday and time to add to our collaborative community story after taking a couple of weeks off for some rest and recuperation.

I know there are a number of professional and amateur writers following or at least visiting this blog, so now’s you chance to contribute … and we can use your help! Especially from you girls! We really need a female perspective in the ways of life and love {we can keep it anonymous if you prefer}.

We started you off by introducing Samantha on her way home. When we last left her, she had just pulled into the driveway … the same one she had pulled out of so many years ago. She grabbed her old key and opened the front door. Here’s where we left off.

… Summer raced by too quickly and it was a tearful goodbye to Betty. I knew life was changing and never would be the same, but I was determined to savor every minute from here on.
My freshman year in college was, well, let’s just say, less than stellar. Between the commute, the challenges of college and my new-found freedom with my Mustang, I saw unrecognizable grades so, as a vibrant 18 year old, I did the natural thing … party! Of course, my lifestyle choice did not sit well with Mom, but I was comfortable “getting by” in class and enjoying life on weekends.
It all came to a head one February Saturday night. I returned home from a date around midnight, only to be greeted by Mom. She informed me I had not one, but two calls from different boys while I was “out doing God knows what with a third.”
I actually was pretty proud of my popularity until she blurted out. “What are my friends going to think? I’m raising the town whore!”
That stung, although I’m still not sure whether it was because she suddenly categorized herself as a victim or the hurtful slur. Verbal sparring — and volume — escalated from there with both of us saying way more than we should have. Dad even had to come in and send us back to our corners while he tried to sort out the mess.
Poor Dad. He had to listen to Mom’s blatherings, then he had to confront me. Both of us were crying.
“Dad, she had no right to say that,” I sobbed. “I’ve never done anything wrong.”
And I never really did. Sure, I liked to party and toy with guys. I was, admittedly, a flirt and enjoyed leading guys on. But my upbringing and especially my four years with the nuns at Our Lady Queen of Peace — none of this and none of that — made me an in control woman who knew when to put the brakes on in a relationship. A few never came back, but that was okay. If a guy wasn’t interested in more than my body — my body — and wasn’t willing to give me his heart, soul and undivided attention, then good riddance.
A couple of months later, I sat with Bernie for days on end when she thought she was pregnant. Her “boyfriend” skipped out as soon as the prospect of fatherhood was broached so it was up to me to hold her hand, hug her, comfort her, wipe her tears. “What did I do?” “What am I going to do?” “Why did I listen to him when he told me he loved me?”
It turned out to be a false alarm, but the experience steeled my will to stay in control of my life.
And then came Chad …

There you go, readers. We still have to develop Samantha’s story. Who is Chad? Was he Mr. Right or just another cad? What’s his story? How did she meet him? What’s next with her relationships, story? Again, girls, we can use your input! Dig back to your memory {or fantasy} of growing up as an 18-19 year old.

All you have to do is put down your thoughts and get them to me. You can post your ideas as comments on the blog – but remember everyone will see them, so the “surprise” factor might get lost – or you can e-mail me directly at Each Wednesday I will continue the story on the blog, along with that week’s attribution and periodically update Reveille/Between the Lakes readers. The complete story thus far is available on the blog under “Story.”

I hope we can have some fun with this.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Being serious all the time isn’t good for us or for those who look up to us.

About wisdomfromafather

I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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