Okay my thoughts lately have gone back in time. To a story of which I was in only by the fact that it was within my family. I know I wrote it outright so please forgive all the mistakes. I was in a rush to let it out of within me that I hated that I carried it within.
I mean by calling Gold-Digger, that their was a person that it seemed after someone in my family only for his income. And his 25 year marriage ended. Along with her marriage that both had kids. But David was the only one wealthy and the new family seemed to enjoy that. This is just one of the reasons why I hate a person that I have named number of times in different ways, for being every bit of who she is. She reminds me of the person that broke up a family.
David and his gold digger 2nd wife My
uncle however was the business mastermind. Buying companies in need and
turning them around, he was something to fear in the business world. But
he also was very stupid with in his personal madders, that over shined
at times the genesis he was. David never went through collage to get all
the many degrees he would say he had. But he did have to work very hard
covering up his lie’s of them, that at times I wondered myself was it
all worth it. I’m told before he had money he didn’t really cheat o his
wife/ my aunt that much. But money always comes with a price of some
potion. Your family isn’t just who you were raised with, now it’s
everyone looking to ride it out on your sweat and tears. Your friends,
you constantly have to ask yourself who they are. So you can feel for
the wealthy man that tries to find love, even while still marred. You
have to ask yourself if these girls/ I say girls because I real woman
wouldn’t pull that shit. What type of morels could they have, let alone
if they were marred themselves and the complete lack of respect to all
in the party. There family, the husband they made vowed to love and
honor, and have not an ounces of disregard for anyone but there selfish
feelings. The children if any, they now have a different outlook on
marriage and self-respect now. I mean truly how does one get over a
parent not just betraying the other parent, but the whole family. When
does the cheater that about another. To stop and see were there actions
will lead everyone. I’ve spoke to a few members of broken families, and
all have some issues with trust. David’s family however played a big
price for his success as far as time and loyalty. He was giving, kind,
and spiritual up in tell his death. On the other hand, David was a liar,
cheat, and home wrecker. Ending his first marriage with my aunt Sandy,
I’m sorry but I feel did him in, marring a woman that he cheated on my
aunt with. That the other woman cheated on her husband to be with David.
It wasn’t that he was some man of the year or sexiest man alive; he
found other then my aunt Sandy a group of gold diggers where ever he
turned. David never really hung out with his family after his second
marriage to his mistress. He was always traveling and we all thought
having a good old time as so we all believed. I feel it might have all
been in vain, all he had to give up purely for someone that would do as
he did to another to him if the price was right. His second wife was
adamant about the fact that everyone had to believe the story. The lie
of
her perfect family and the wonderful man. He had 2 grown step children
with his second wife and some of them I guess wanted back payment for
what David missed when he didn’t know them. He had two children that he
loved dearly and at the time 3 grandchildren. His first wife Sandy
completely devoted to him. To stay threw all his moments of distrust,
and games. However, you didn’t get that at his funnel, only which his
life
started with the second wife. There were no kids, no grandchildren.
Other then what his second wife came to the marriage with. You heard
about all David’s many a compliments that were faults of course. All
the school’s he went to and all he had learned thru it all. You heard
about his boat and house, mainly his money. I went for my uncle-the old
David with his first wife. The one I knew as loving, and would do
anything to help someone out of a bind. Not who he became years before
his death, the one I grew up with going to his house every summer. I
went also for my Father; they had issued but tried to work them out in
their own way in the end. I remember sitting and listening to all the
lie’s that were said about this man, that’s body was lifeless now. I
couldn’t believe everyone eating up this bullshit given to them as if it
were cake. Shrilly made David out to be nothing more than her puppet,
his life was worth more. Everyone deserves more respect when they died
even the lie’s. You just don’t, you don’t lie about the dead. That’s too
scary, suppose to be untouchable to even mildly good human beans. Yet I
wish I could be there when someone makes a joke out of her life. Make’s
her death bed be full of nothing of truth, but miner thane’s and all
else lie’s of who she was. The other thing’s you never do, it’s wrong on
so many levels. Flirt with your dead husbands best friend, now what is
that. Did she really need another payday from a person? No one is that
good in bed, please. Even if you pay for it could she of been that good,
and in a lot of ways David did pay for it. I guess because she got
everything from him and left nothing to his own blood children. What a
girl, a woman have to earn the right to be called a woman. You’re not a
man or woman because your age, you have to act like one.
All the while I sat next to my Grandma that viewed David as her favorite child then it went to the girls. No big secret ever that's how she kept it. So when he died you can only imagine her sadness. She kept saying as she cried "That's not my son, Why aren't they talking about my son"? At the end alot of the family couldn't talk to his second wife.
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