|Maternal Bondage (standard:drama, 4403 words)|
|Author: Tim Callaway||Added: Aug 30 2002||Views/Reads: 2157/1741||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Sonia Broadhurst is a single mother struggling to bring up four boys prior to a divorce. She stumbles across a revelation and her life takes on a new dimension. A must for all adults bringing up teenagers!|
Maternal Bondage. A short fictional story by Tim Callaway. The radio alarm clock boasted 3.45am and Sonia was still wide awake, sleep did not come easy to her owing to the pressures of single, maternal responsibility. Her mind would not stop its rambling journey of thought, anxiety and failure so she started her well rehearsed relaxation technique feeling her body become heavier filling the empty space next to her. She opened her eyes again hearing one of the children stir, it was 3.47am, the darkest and loneliest part of the night favoured by suicide victims. She was not about to commit suicide but searched for another way out of her current misery. Her mind fired up again and considered September 29th the date of her divorce absolute and the challenges that lay ahead. She mulled over her ideas eager to find a solution to her probable almost certain future, but none came. Sonia knew that she had to manage the house and not continue to be a victim of it. The peace she sought finally came at 4.05am when her conscious mind ceased its function and she fell into restless slumber. To the outsider Sonia Broadhurst had it all, a lovely six-bedroomed house, four beautiful children (all boys), a successful career and money. So what if her husband had run off with another man, Sonia could cope. But outsiders do not know everything; they could not even begin to appreciate the isolation and pain that Sonia suffered from this forced estrangement. She had a reasonable marriage and was never abused by her ex-husband. There was no love lost between them and they had drifted apart to search for their own desires. She, of course, hid her personal anguish behind a brave façade and only shared her concerns with her best friends who could not provide what she was really looking for at this stage in her life and tunnel of existence. Her eldest son, Josh was 18 and about to take his A' level exams. He was independent, good looking and a definite favourite with the local girls. His smouldering brown eyes were the spitting image of her husband's and when Sonia had cause to chastise her eldest she tried to avoid his gaze to allow her to concentrate. Jake was 16 and also about to take his GCSEs. He shared Josh's zest for life and would rather hang out with his mates than complete his coursework. Recently he had his ears pierced, a large tattoo cut into his right forearm and his lovely thick, black hair cropped as a protest to his mother's nagging. Sonia took it all in her stride and tried not to pass comment about his appearance to keep the peace. She detested his new appearance and longed for him to return to normal but didn't know how to approach it. Jez, her third youngest was 11 and about to start his new secondary school. He was so different in both personality and looks to his older brothers. Jez was quiet, reflective and had short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, the product of an extra marital night of passion. Her ex-husband was unaware of her liaison and just called his son 'the odd one!' Sonia loved all her boys but Jez was her favourite as he shared her gentle nature and love for the arts. To her mind Jez was the only member of her family that could be trusted to complete his chores, in fact he was her right-armed boy. Jamie, the youngest was just Jamie. At just eight years of age sharing the youthful looks of Josh he possessed boundless energy, a gift for destruction and was very accident-prone. His knees, legs and elbows bore testament to this as they were covered in scars, dirt and scabs. Sonia realised that Jamie was the youngest and probably given the greatest freedom as her energies were very much taken up with the older boys. She tried to give him 'quality time' but he would prefer to play outside rather than engage her in conversation or share a book before bedtime. Sonia had taken Jamie to a Child Psychologist to get him checked out and discovered that he was slightly hyperactive but this could be managed with a carefully structured behavioural programme at home. Sonia knew what she had to do but didn't have the time or energy to facilitate this. Jamie was a handful but charming with it. Sonia continued to dream about her children and tossed from side to side as a yacht caught in a storm. The alarm woke her on Monday morning; it was 6.00am, the calm before the storm. Sonia felt the weight of the world on her shoulders and she ran Click here to read the rest of this story (408 more lines)
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