Control or the lack of it is a scary thought. You loose control and you hand it over to someone else and suddenly you are at the hands of someone. I feared the loss of control, the loss of decision making, and falling for a man who I would never have a life with outside.
I was falling and I knew it. You could tell based on my smile as I looked at a photograph I took of him when I snuck him out or reflecting upon the moments that I was alone.
I. had. no. control.
He was the president, the husband of the 'Queen of America' who I had respect for so that limited any inclination of me doing anything while in her presences.
I enjoyed control but I might just like the lack of it.
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Cressie and Jack
Historical FictionAn affair that lasted three years. Sudden Death and a love that lasted a life time This is the story of Cressie and Jack
