Straight Female / 34
Rich Is Better, Just More Boring
My mother had a fixation on a real man. You know, Paul Bunion, beard, broad shoulders, Mr. Fix It, no nonsense, man if action, few words, war hero, etc. etc. My Dad was none of that. Intensely brainy, a lawyer, made real money. But my Mom talked about Paul Bunion.
Then my Dad died in his sleep, 51, no warning of any kind. I was 17 and a senior in high school. My world stopped, he was my Dad. My dreams also died, without his income dreams of studying dance were replaced with junior college and an associates business degree and a job in accounts payable for the city. A clerk. My Dad would have been horrified, a bureaucrat, a clerk, a pimple on the ass of the taxpayers.
My mother met and got together with Joe the Plumber, not married, just sex and cigarettes and beer. Joe had a younger brother, Bob. Bob was everything every girl should run away from. But he was fast and furious and he nailed me to the wall. Sex and cigarettes and beer. Did I say sex? Sex. That boy saw one thing, the hole between my legs.
Eventually I met a lawyer, he went to work in my Dad's old firm. Milktoast Bruce I called him. Scared of sex, I had to show him where to stick his dick in. But Bruce made money, real money and I needed to get back to the lifestyle I grew up in. So Bruce it was, and Bob was replaced.
My mother got tired of Joe, I got married to Bob, he wanted kids so you do what you do and we have two. I really would have liked a four year degree, not having it would be a disappointment to my Dad. I think of Bob, I miss Bob, getting nailed to the wall. My mother's fixation with Paul Bunion makes sense now. But the money makes a difference, and playing wife is the way to go. And Bob's time came and went. But I do miss getting nailed to the wall.
Then my Dad died in his sleep, 51, no warning of any kind. I was 17 and a senior in high school. My world stopped, he was my Dad. My dreams also died, without his income dreams of studying dance were replaced with junior college and an associates business degree and a job in accounts payable for the city. A clerk. My Dad would have been horrified, a bureaucrat, a clerk, a pimple on the ass of the taxpayers.
My mother met and got together with Joe the Plumber, not married, just sex and cigarettes and beer. Joe had a younger brother, Bob. Bob was everything every girl should run away from. But he was fast and furious and he nailed me to the wall. Sex and cigarettes and beer. Did I say sex? Sex. That boy saw one thing, the hole between my legs.
Eventually I met a lawyer, he went to work in my Dad's old firm. Milktoast Bruce I called him. Scared of sex, I had to show him where to stick his dick in. But Bruce made money, real money and I needed to get back to the lifestyle I grew up in. So Bruce it was, and Bob was replaced.
My mother got tired of Joe, I got married to Bob, he wanted kids so you do what you do and we have two. I really would have liked a four year degree, not having it would be a disappointment to my Dad. I think of Bob, I miss Bob, getting nailed to the wall. My mother's fixation with Paul Bunion makes sense now. But the money makes a difference, and playing wife is the way to go. And Bob's time came and went. But I do miss getting nailed to the wall.
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