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"Marry James?" Kenny's look was nasty. He waited for an answer as he noticed his mother's nervousness. She always looked around the room when she was stumbling for words.
It was just the other day he reminded her, dad had left three years ago. He often thought of mom getting married again, but to James?
What would she say? Would she even answer him?
He kept his eyes steady, a little sad at his mother's discomfort. Maybe this wasn't the right time to ask. But he had to know.
"Mommm," an impatient whine dragged on his tongue.
"Well Kenny, you know James has been coming around
more often lately...and yes, it has been discussed..."
"I knew it! I just knew it!" he exploded. "Why didn't you ask me how I might feel?" Without giving his mother a chance to answer Kenny grabbed his schoolbooks and rushed out of the room.
A steady drumming of foot-thuds could be heard as he pounded upstairs. Each step stomped out a message, "I'm upset. I'm upset." Echoes of his feet attack on the stairs soon faded away.
How could she think about marrying again? What's wrong with her…gee whiz, mom.
Slumping on his bed, Kenny thought of dad who had been gone since the winter the boy had turned nine. "My leaving has nothing to do with you. I'll always love you," dad said. Then he stepped out of his life, like a fading ghost. There were times Kenny cried like a baby, over something he knew was missing in his life.
He kicked off his sneakers and bent to peel off his socks. Lying on his back, arms tucked under his head, he scanned the room carefully.
His eyes took in the pennant from Halifax and pictures of he and mom. Also himself and his buddy Troy, taken at Boy Scout Summer Camp last year.
Kenny sat up and placed his feet on the cool floor, then walked slowly to the window. He knew he had the best view in Sheldon, a village of 200 people near Truro, Nova Scotia. His house sat on a hill overlooking the highway. He felt like an owl settled on a branch watching the world move along.
The collection of old houses, trailers and newly aluminum-sided buildings straddled both sides of Highway 104.
They were like salt sprinkled at random.
Right now the stars were bright, their luminous eyes keeping him company. He could see the Big Dipper or ‘Ursa Major’ as he learned in school.
"It's tough growing up," he said aloud. He knew he was acting silly but things seemed much simpler when he was younger.
He enjoyed staring out the window at night, elbows on the window-sill, chin cradled in his hands. There was a time when he dreamed of being an astronomer or 'star-gazer.' Everything seemed so peaceful up there.
His brow furrowed when he thought a lot. And he was thinking about Larry, his neighbor who took him fishing last Saturday.
He would make a great dad. But he's already married with grown up kids of his own. "So I'll probably end up getting stuck with someone like James," Kenny sighed.
It wouldn't be so bad if James didn't have to work all the time. He never took him anywhere. And he's so strict. Kenny continued to look out the window as his mind raced along on a merry-go-round of memories.
Tiredly he made his way back to bed and flung himself down. He was too sleepy to even climb under the sheets and pull up his covers.
His mind re-lived events from last Saturday when Larry took him fishing. It had been a perfect day. "This is really neat," Kenny had said, eyes dancing with excitement. Kenny really liked Larry.
The first time they had met was last year when Kenny began a paper route. Kenny had marched up the front steps. "Would you like to take the weekly? He had asked. "I guarantee good service, how about it?"
"Call me Larry," the man had said, "unless your parents object."
"That's cool. My mom won't mind. She's divorced and she lets me make lots of decisions."
Since then he had met Larry's wife and even had a tour of their big old house which used to be a church manse. Imagine, the place was over 140 years old.
He learned to play chess with Larry and had come over many times to help pile wood and mow the grass. It soon become his second home.
Larry didn't pay money for chores. "Instead I'll be glad to take you hiking or even go on a fishing trip,” he had said.
Now his dreaming relived that awesome trip last weekend to Economy Lake, ten miles north of Bass River village.
His sleepy eyes gave in to the comfortable images.
"Remember what I told you Kenny," Larry had said, "about the different parts of the canoe?" He knew Kenny liked to be tested on his knowledge.
"Yes, the sides are called gunnels."
Kenny knew Larry was proud of him. He really liked someone to teach him things.
Fishing rods were loaded, food packs carefully placed into the center of the canoe, and life jackets worn. They had waded barefoot from the shore, carrying the boat to a depth of several feet, so as not to scratch its hull.
Kenny stretched, then turned on his side. His memories were like a movie reel. The best part was yet to come.
While Larry held the canoe, Kenny gingerly placed his cold feet inside, one at a time then sat down in the bow. As Larry seated himself in the stern, Kenny said quickly, "OK dad, let's go." He glanced back to see if Larry noticed what had slipped from his tongue.
Kenny hadn't said it on purpose. It sort of sneaked out. "OK dad," he repeated under his breath "let's go." Sounded really nice, he thought to himself. He turned around from the bow and looked back.
He noticed Larry's peaked hat, with the perch fish on its front. Red vest, blue shirt, worn jeans and bare feet completed the picture. Larry's paddle was ready for action. And his eyes seemed at peace with himself. They were always full of laughter.
Kenny wished James was more like Larry.
"What's up Kenny? Why are you looking at me so seriously?" Larry had said, chuckling.
Kenny turned away quickly, his heart pounding.
But it wasn't all. He missed having a dad, and he was glad his face was turned away as moisture gathered on his cheeks. He wasn't crying, not really. He felt like a traitor for even pretending Larry was his dad.
But then it must be okay, the sky didn't explode or anything.
To himself he said softly, "OK dad, I'm ready now. Let's go." And he felt good inside as his paddle dipped in the water...
Kenny jerked awake in his room as he heard his squeaky doorknob. Through half-closed eyelids he watched his mom step in.
Kenny pretended to be asleep, one arm flung out. His fingers were open as if waiting for a handshake from someone.
As his mom crossed the creaking floor, he carefully controlled his breathing. He felt her eyes travel from his toes, lanky legs, and thinly stretched frame to his blond head.
She puffed air softly on his closed eyelids, testing to see if he was really asleep. It tickled, but somehow he calmed his reflexes.
He wanted to reach out and hug her.
She retrieved a blanket from the closet and placed it over him. He groaned softly, letting out some of his tension. The sound drifted as if from a far-away planet.
Before he fell asleep he made a promise to himself.
Tomorrow he would tell her that he loved her.
Co-authors Richard and Esther Provencher invite you to view their newest novel SOMEONE’S SON written during Richard’s recovery from a stroke, which gob-smacked him in 1999. It is a Young Adult novel dealing with a family crisis. http://www.synergebooks.com/ebook_someonesson.html (link is external)
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DEAR DEIDRE My soulmate lied to me for 2 years - he is married & still living with his wife
TOTAL DECEIT My husband lies about everything and I am so sick of it
FIZZLING OUT My work colleague just wanted sex & no longer wants to spend any time with me
TOO QUICK My boyfriend can't last in bed especially when I give him oral sex
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I ASKED a close friend of my husband to massage my sore muscles and it led to amazing sex. It was the last thing I intended.
I am 31 and married to a good man, but he has been a bit distant lately and there has been almost no sex.
He is 31 as well and we have been married for seven years.
This friend of my husband did some training as a masseur, although he moved on to become a personal trainer. He is 29 and has no partner at the moment, so we invite him round for a meal sometimes.
On this particular evening my husband had a call from work about an emergency and knew he would have to go out later.
But we didn’t like to put this friend off so we decided he should come anyway.
We ate our meal together then my husband went off to his meeting about an hour’s drive away.
The friend and I were chatting and I told him I had a problem with my leg. The physiotherapist had prescribed me some special exercises but despite doing these, my leg was still hurting.
He suggested massaging it for me, so we opened out the sofa bed and I lay down with my legs bare.
It felt really good and I was the most relaxed I have felt for ages.
He said my whole body seemed tense and gradually moved his hands upwards. I think I actually let out a moan of contentment and this might have encouraged him.
The massage became more and more intense and he said it would feel better without my clothes on. So I took them off.
The result was that we had the most incredible sex — like I’ve not had in years.
I had no intention of cheating but strangely I don’t feel guilty at all. I just don’t know where I go from here.
DEIDRE SAYS: Where you go from here depends on the state of your marriage.
If you love the husband you say is a good man, you would be wise to tell this guy what happened was out of order and will not happen again.
Then make sure you stick to your resolve by avoiding being alone with him any time your husband invites him round. Meanwhile, put some effort into your marriage.
Not having good sex can easily become a habit. Talk to your husband.
Tell him you miss the physical closeness you two used to have and suggest trying the ideas in my e-leaflet Saving Your Sex Life.
Give your relationship a general overhaul too.
Are you spending enough enjoyable time together? Are you sharing the day-to-day running of your home and your lives generally, or has it all become so separate that you rarely do anything as a couple?
I OFTEN hear from people worried the way they have sex isn’t normal.
Nothing is wrong as long as both people enjoy it – but one person’s fancy can repel the other.
My e-leaflet Kinky Sex Worries? can help you find a compromise.
I HAVE a carefree life with no relationship ties but parents and friends keep asking why I have not settled down and “grown up”.
I am 35. I have always been comfortable living a bachelor life. I have had sex with numerous women – that’s not difficult because I travel a lot in my work and I get on well with people.
I have a great job, a nice house and earn good money. In spite of this, my parents constantly question me.
The last thing I want is to come home to a regular partner and be part of her family. Neither do I want children. I have two nieces I am very fond of but generally children infuriate me.
If a girlfriend tries to get too close, I back off.
DEIDRE SAYS: Most parents want to see their children settled, especially when friends keep asking.
If you are content with your life, explain this to your parents clearly.
My e-leaflet Standing Up For Yourself will help you be assertive.
But if, deep down, you know that anxiety about getting “too close” is a problem, explore this with a counsellor. For details of reputable ones, see itsgoodtotalk.org.uk .
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MY husband had an affair that resulted in a little boy, who is now aged four.
I was devastated at the time but took him back when he agreed to have nothing to do with the child.
It has since worked out differently. He wanted to see if his son looked like him or our two children, who are nine and 11.
As a result, he now sees him regularly and is allowed to take him out.
He also gives the mother money for him and spends a fortune on presents.
I resent the child so much, I cannot even bring myself to say his name.
I feel he puts that boy first, ahead of our kids. I am now 36 and my husband is 37.
DEIDRE SAYS: I understand your hurt about your husband’s affair but this boy is innocent and needs a loving dad.
Tell your husband you need help now from a Relate couples counsellor if your marriage is to survive his cheating ( relate.org.uk , 0300 100 1234).
Try then to welcome this little boy into your home.
Your children may be very happy to get to know their little half-brother.
MY dad and his girlfriend are setting up home together. I am all right with that except her daughter, who is 19, has told my best friend she really, really likes me.
I am a guy of 20 and a bit puzzled about what to do and how things will work out.
This daughter and I get on really well and normally I would be interested, but it wouldn’t surprise me if her mum and my dad got married.
I know this would not make her and me blood relatives but it does feel a bit weird.
Her mum has said that she is OK with it but it still does feel a bit weird.
DEIDRE SAYS: There is no legal bar to your having a relationship with this girl but if you are not feeling the way you think she does, be careful not to give her wrong messages.
You all have to try to get along together and the last thing you need is more emotional complications.
I THOUGHT I would still be able to have regular sex even though I’m pregnant but my husband won’t come near me.
We’re both 33, with our first baby due in four months.
I started to show quickly and as soon as my husband could see my baby bump, our sex life vanished.
I asked him if he still fancies me and he said: “I’ve got to admit it, being pregnant isn’t a good look for you.”
I was gutted. I know I’ve piled on the pounds but I thought he’d like my curves.
I worry that if I don’t get my body back after having a baby, he may never want sex with me again.
DEIDRE SAYS: Tell him his words upset you and you can’t help your weight – it’s part of being pregnant.
Tell him you miss the intimacy and sex won’t harm the baby.
My e-leaflet on Couples Massage explains how you can enjoy intimacy without intercourse and get him used to your curvier shape.
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It started out as a pleasant summer evening at my mom’s house. I was home from college, and my girlfriend Jill and I were hanging out in the den while Mom and several of her female friends (including Jill’s mom) were laughing and drinking wine upstairs in the living room. Rolling around on the floor and tickling Jill, I never dreamed this was about to become the most embarrassing night of my life.

My mother looks a lot like Annette Bening in the movie “American Beauty,” and she even sells real estate just like that character did. Fortunately, my mom is a little less high-strung than that. She and I have always been on good terms, and we joke around a lot with each other. I must say, though, that recently we’d been getting on each other’s nerves just a bit. I guess you could say we had been having a little power struggle since I’d been home.

Mom’s best friend happens to be Jill’s mother, Marilyn. That’s a little awkward, but both women are pretty laid back so it hasn’t been a problem. Jill and I have known each other since the third grade but only began dating when we were seniors in high school. We go to different colleges, so during the summers back home we’re inseparable.

That night, as I said, Jill and I were just messing around. Actually, we were having a tickle fight, which was a common activity for us. Both of us were laughing hysterically, me because I had pinned her down and Jill because I was tickling her unmercifully. “Let me go!” she pleaded between airless bursts of laughter. I refused and tickled her even more gleefully.

“You ought to know better than to get into a wrestling match, Jillie,” a voice said behind me. Surprised, I turned quickly and saw Jill’s mother standing in the doorway, laughing at her daughter’s predicament. At her shoulder were my mother and two other female friends. All the women were holding their glasses of wine and were grinning knowingly at us.

I hastily got off my girlfriend as the middle aged women sauntered into the room and seated themselves on the sofa and the recliner. Jill and I sat on the floor, and Jill tried to straighten out her clothes. Her mother continued her earlier statement: “I mean, Jill, if you can’t outwrestle your own mother, how do you expect to outwrestle Mark, here?”

“Mom!” Jill shrieked, embarrassment and anger in her voice.

“What?” asked Marilyn, feigning innocence. “You haven’t told Mark that your mom is the wrestling champion at our house?”

“No,” said Jill, “It hasn’t come up.”

“I’ve got to hear about this!” I said.

“Me, too!” said my mother, and the other women assented.

Marilyn laughed. “Oh, it’s nothing, really. I’m just teasing her. The other night we were playing around and she was so mad when I actually pinned her.”

“You got lucky,” muttered Jill.

“I can’t believe you let your mother beat you!” I blurted. Perhaps it was the loudness with which I made that statement. Maybe it was the contempt in my voice when I said the word “mother.” Maybe it was simply the wine my mom had been dr
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