|Consequences (standard:drama, 4554 words)|
|Author: Coop||Added: Mar 23 2003||Views/Reads: 1809/1197||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|After a miscarriage, Jean lets herself fall into a deep depression and neglects her family and kids. A trip to her parents home brings her back to reality in a surprising way.|
CONSEQUENCES By Coop “Jean, I don't know what else to do. I've been patient, giving you time to get over the physical and emotional trauma. I've helped more around the house. Gosh, lately I've even done what cooking that's been done. It's been two months since the miscarriage and hysterectomy. It was a shock and disappointment to both of us. Yes, I know it was worse on you emotionally and physically. But, you have had time, love, patience and even a little scolding in love, and still you are no better. In fact, I think you are getting worse.” “At first the kids were still in school and busy, then summer came and they were busy with summer activities. They were gone a lot and that helped give you some time, but they couldn't help but realize how bad you were and tried to help by not asking for much. They know you've had a hard time, but they miss their mother. They need you. I need you. You weren't the only one to suffer a loss. Now they are away at band camp for two weeks. I want them to be able to come back to their happy, secure home with two loving parents.” “Enough is enough! I have done everything I know to do. You refuse to go for counseling and the doctor doesn't want to prescribe medication. This is a last resort. I've talked to your parents. Actually, I've talked to them several times. Your mom would have been here if she wasn't afraid to leave your dad alone since he's been sick. He is well on the way to recovery now and has agreed that this is a good idea. In the morning we drive to Kendra and you will be staying with your folks for a while. How long you stay will depend on you. I need a break or I will either go crazy or strangle you! No, you have no choice in the matter. It's settled. You may go up and pack your own clothes or I will do it for you, but either way, tomorrow you are going back home.” Without another word, Oliver left Jean sitting at the table staring at the now empty chair. It was so rare that he laid down the law about something! Jean had a strong personality but she had married a man she loved and respected so they rarely came to a stand off. His speech had jolted her to a moment of mental alertness. Had it really been two months? It seemed like only yesterday. It was a wonder he had put up with things this long, but he had always been wonderful to her. He had resorted to taking her to her parents, which means he had really been tried. Her mom had talked to her weekly and encouraged her, but she forgot her mom's words as soon as she hung up and slipped back into mental oblivion. If she was being taken home, it was not going to be a happy visit. She knew her folks would never tolerate her actions for more than a few days. Their old fashioned way of dealing with behavior didn't jive with modern understanding. Suddenly she got a funny feeling in her stomach. She shook her head and stood to go upstairs and pack. She really didn't want Oliver to pack for her. By the time she took the suitcase out of the hall closet and opened it on the bed, her mind had slipped back into the fuzzy world it had occupied lately. She packed on auto-pilot. Maybe Oliver should have packed for her. Oliver knew that in her state of mind she had no idea what that speech had cost him, how much this whole situation was costing him. She was his wife! He loved her! Why couldn't he break through her fog? It was more than he could take. Calling her folks last night had been a last resort. If anyone could get through to her, they could. He prayed that this would work. He gave them carte blanche in their actions. For the next week or so she was their little girl again. He knew that they were very old fashioned, even with their adult children and grandchildren. Jean had told him-and he had heard the stories from her brothers-about their parents' high expectations and strict, disciplinary action given with unconditional love whenever needed. Corporal punishment was used often and if there was an exceptional problem Dad used something called a punishment tour. It started out with a trip to the woodshed. Her dad didn't use the strap in the woodshed on Jean, but the boys were pretty familiar with the process. Oh, she had been paddled, though. All privileges were dropped and extra chores were given. Except for school, church or practice, they were home. If chores were finished before supper, they had corner time. Bedtime was right after supper, preceded by a brief stern talk to remind them that they were still being punished. It wasn't cruel in Click here to read the rest of this story (357 more lines)
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