What Goes Around Comes Around

Here I Stand....

    He proposed in the fall of 1992, late fall.   We had been together since we pledged in 1990.   It was a sweltering day and I had gotten here.  I had gotten Phil his career and I had gotten me my perfect wedding,  I hurt a lot of sisters feelings because I didn't want them in the pews,  but I had the upper echelon  there and that was who I wanted.  Sure it was a barrage of "Why wasn't I invited".  I told them it was a small venue and I was sorry. I wasn't because I didn't like my sisters too well. The  day was perfect.   The lake was still, like a mirror and it was a cloudless day made just for us.  I felt like a queen with all,of my beautiful  friends around me, singing to me, serenading me and I knew sisters back home were grumbling that they were not invited.  I guess Susan totally hated me and I hated her Jennifer Aniston looking ass, too.  She had such low self esteem,   Kelli said I caused it.   Not MY fault she can't keep a simple man.  I was glade however, that Gary and his wife could make it.  "You're gorgeous," Emmy said. They were a cute, cute couple, and I would never forget night swimming with him before he married.

The day was wonderful. Epsie and her husband were there. She loved me. However, a comment from Phil pissed me off, "Hey, where's Susan?" I told him,". Well she just was not invited." Susan. Phil liked her. It was her boobs and she looked like Jennifer Aniston.

My day was gorgeous. The small church on the lake, the reception under the late august sky was perfect. The sky at twilight and the trees against the greeny, blue sky that turned deep blue, was perfect. Life looked good for us and we went to London for our honeymoon. We came back home. Phil got his job at The Slab, managing the kitchen and the food. He was a restaurant manager, but manager at one of the most premier places to eat in our city. I wasn't proud, I finished my degree and enjoyed not going to meetings and dealing with the bullshit of sorority life, because a lot of it was. I still worked for my dad and our new house was wonderful, but I wanted to break out and move to the country, like on Old Auburn Road in one of those new homes. In time, we would be able to do it, but the first of our three gorgeous girls was born. Gabriella was born in August of 1996. Shire was perfect. Of course, she had good looking parents. Life was good for us.

I caught up with Renee, or Ney-Ney, who was preparing to have a wedding of her own. "Yours was so simple her so elegant and you looked like a queen, so tell me, is it all what it is cracked up to be?"
"Oh yes! I felt like queen with all the beautiful sisters singing to me and stupid Susan wasn't there."
"Why are you so hard on her? She's pretty."
"One night, I asked Phil who he would fuck out of the sorority and he said her. So no way!"
"Ah."
"Yeah."
"So how are things after the baby?"
"Great! Mom and I have gone shopping and had a great time together."
"Good, I was talking to Katie Periwinkle and she said Susan had been sleeping around,"
"Sure! I would kill her or have her killed if she ever slept with Phil."
"I think she feels she has to prove to others that she is beautiful. I'm don't think she feels it,"
"She's lying, fishing for compliments."
"I am not too sure. I think she has a lot of trauma."
"Who doesn't?"

I didn't like Susan and that was it. I heard she was sleeping her way through the county since she graduated. I went to the alumnae picnic and she was trying to be so nice to me. Why? I hate her.

I was noticing a new defiance with Renee I didn't like. She was taking up for Susan. I loved to make fun of Susan. It made me feel a bit better about myself. Our friendship was falling apart little by little. She married the following year. It was small town but sweet. Then she moved up to the big city, worked for a top bank, and then she moved to downtown Chicago and I moved to that large, white brick house we had custom built. It was nice and I had my degree and worked for a bank, life was in the up and up. Phil even made "Local Business Times" and was referred to as a "wine guru". I even waited tables or hostessed on Saturday nights, but that was because one of the servers told me that Phil seemed to live a busty blonde named Sue. She had a husband who looked like Johnny Depp. Why would she cheat? She never did but he seemed to like her. Sue had nice tits and she had cute kids. He liked to watch Sue pick up plates. He always told her how pretty she was, but Sue had Johnny Depp's twin to go home to and she had six kids. Sue would actually train me to serve because I wanted to do it for lunches when the girls were small. She was a great trainer and she had great kids, We were good friends for a long time, even when she got a better job.

The early 2000s weee good times, but Phil had a passion for drinking and got his first DUI, which turned our lives upside down. It was a Friday night and I was home with our now three girls, Gabriella, Lauryn, and Sydnee. I was so crushed because I was going to do lunch with my besties Rita and Kimberli. Instead, I had to go bail him out and then take him to  court on Monday. This was a stain on us. He was caught leaving 3642 Plainfield Ct, a residence of tone of the servers and not Sue. I had gone to Sue's, a quaint little house in Buell Street. It was one of many I was finding out, it was Nikki, a gorgeous but bawdy woman. However, we were making g money and I did not want to leave the girls and go into the corporate world, so I sold out and looked the other way. I was a very weak woman at the time....