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When Love's Not Enough Part 14

Ms. Williamson is a published author and educator with a Bachelor of Business, Master of Public Administration, and Master of Science!

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all that runs over will be yours.~ Charles Caleb Colton

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all that runs over will be yours.~ Charles Caleb Colton

Between A Rock ...

Emily knows that Bridget is courting a love affair with both her husband and her desire to be a world-class author. In the end, it will be the writing that proves the victor. There is no denying the creative talent of Bridget Hathaway and Bridget knows this fact, too.

The time that Bridget spends with Emily at her Arlington Heights home is a godsend. Bridget is pampered by both Jim and Emily. Even their Pomeranian Princess is glad to see her. Although Jim thinks Bridget is sleeping a little too much, he never says anything to her. Just before the climax of Bridget’s visit; Jim talks with his wife in private.

“That girl looks terrible.” Jim starts the conversation with Emily.

“I agree, Jim. It is Bridget’s decision to make. I feel that if she continues to live with Joe either she will grow to hate him or wind up in a sanitarium.” Emily offers.

“Well, I’d like to give that Joey Harrington III a good chunk of my mind.” Jim says.

“I’d like to give that brigand more than that. He is pilfering that girl’s happiness.” Emily says venomously.

“In all fairness to Joe, Bridget knew from the beginning that Joe did not particularly care for her writing.” Jim adds.

“Didn’t care for it; he thought that it was a foolish hobby at best.” Emily roars her contempt.

“Regardless, Bridget married him. They have a lovely home and two very sweet and talented daughters. It is not our job to pass judgment on that man, although I agree with you 100%. Bridget is going to have to make up her mind BY HERSELF.” Jim finishes not liking the look on his wife’s face.

Neither Jim nor Emily knows that Bridget is standing just outside the kitchen listening to every word the pair says. It is noon and she has just come down for hot cocoa and pastry. She knows that what her friends are discussing is the truth. Bridget knows she will have to make up her mind. However, she will wait until the final decision as to who will receive the award before she makes her move.

“So, what have you too been discussing?” Bridget says knowing exacting what had taken place.

“We’ve been discussing your future as a writer.” Jim is blunt and to the point.

“What conclusions have you made?” Bridget asks.

“That’s what Emma and I need to be asking you, Bridget?’ Jim maintains his no-nonsense approach.

“Why don’t you lighten up on the poor dear?” Emily whispers to her husband.

“I don’t think so, Emma.” Jim says. “I love Bridget and I hate what this turmoil is doing to her. Look at her! Her hair is falling out and she’s losing weight.”

“Yes, you’re right.” Bridget speaks up.

“What have you decided, sweetheart?” Emily also decides to apply a small amount of pressure for a decision.

“I’ve decided to think about it some more.” Bridget states emotionlessly and walks over to the cabinet to find the cocoa mix. Jim and Emily know at that point it will be futile to continue.

Things can fester in the heart for only so long … beware of the approaching storm!

Things can fester in the heart for only so long … beware of the approaching storm!

The Slowly Moving Tempest ...

Bridget returns home from Emily’s house the day before the twins arrive back from their grandparents. This gives their housekeeper Jolene time to straighten things up and Bridget time to attempt to do something with her hair. All she manages to do is comb in back into a severe ball and put flowered clips in it. She might have been able to play it off except for the solemn look in her eyes and the pallid color of her skin.

Joe says very little after bringing the twins home. It is quite obvious that he feels remorse regarding how he behaved and especially with the way that Bridget looks. He knows that her depressed and shabby look is due in part to how he feels about her writing career. The beautiful, vibrant woman he met and married is gone and in her place is an aberration.

However, being extremely chauvinistic, he will not back down. He does not want to relinquish his position as lord and master. And he will not reverse how he feels about her writing career or her place as his wife and children’s mother and nothing will ever change him!

The twins are ecstatic about being home again. They are glad to see their mother and have plenty of things to tell and show.

“Mom, granddad says he would get me a pony to ride whenever I want.” Madison says.

“And grandma is going to buy me a computer just like yours. I will be able to do things like you.” Mackenzie says.

One writer in this family is enough. Let your grandmother teach you what being a lady is like.” Joe cuts in bitterly.

“I don’t think that was called for.” Bridget hisses before she knew what was coming out of her mouth. “If Mackenzie wants to write, you damn well better not stop her!”

“Bridget, watch how you talk to me!” Joe demands in surprise. Bridget has never spoken to him in such a manner.

“You can kiss my …” Bridget immediately leaves the room to go upstairs and the twins are right behind her.

“You alright, mommy?” Madison asks first, stroking her mother’s disheveled hair.

“They just had ‘nother discussion; don’t you pay ‘tention.” Mackenzie says trying to sound grown up.

“That right?” Madison asks her mom.

“Yes, Madison this is right. Sometimes grownups don’t see things the same way.” Bridget tries to explain to her very smart little girls.


“Yes, Mackenzie?”

“Saw pictures of ya—so beautiful. Wha’ happen?” Mackenzie asks looking so sad at her mother. Bridget just replies with one word— “Marriage!”

After Bridget puts the twins to bed she spends about an hour on her laptop. She is having a hard time concentrating and her nerves are reaching critical mass.

To Be Continued ...

When Love's Not Enough Part 15

  • When Love's Not Enough Part 15
    Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.~ William Shakespeare

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