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It took a few minutes before Tony’s father was talking much to any of us. We sat at the kitchen table where Tony had another cup of coffee. Kathleen was doing most of the talking to us. She was very pleasant. Then Angelo began asking questions, sometimes while she was talking. I got what Tony said about several conversations at once at the table. I was going to have to pay attention when everyone was there. “So you’re from the South,” Angelo said quietly, but his mannerism said he was closed
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The sad truth was I had more culture shock up North than my husband did in the South. His family was very demonstrative and very verbal. I wasn't kidding about the having to pay attention. There were conversations all over.
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“And I’m looking forward to seeing New York.” I nodded. “For a long time it was more of a fictional city to me. It’d be nice to actually see it.” “Fictional? How so?” Tony asked. I shrugged. “I only saw it on TV. Archie Bunker in All In The Family, SVU…shows like that.” Tony smiled. “It’s real, you’ll see. We’ll be flying in on Sunday before Christmas. And leave on Friday afterward.” Then he looked at me closely. “If that’s okay with you?” “I do have to be back Saturday.” I shrug
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And so the next chapter comes...now.
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New York, coming up.
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And Dad did try to be more accepting. I helped Mom get things ready for Thanksgiving Day. Making several pies and two cakes. Pecan, apple and chocolate pies, a red velvet and coconut cakes. The coconut cake was for me. It was my favorite. Not a yellow cake with coconut frosting, now there was coconut in the cake, coconut milk, it was coconut! Even Dad and Tony tried to help but were getting in the way. The kitchen wasn’t that big! In the meantime, Mom and I talked. “I know you think I gave u
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My forgiveness was hard, but being mad and angry all the time is exhausting. My husband had the harder time forgiving Dad, but I couldn't believe he did it to be mean. He believed he could cure me. Otherwise he wouldn't do it.
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Unfortunately, it isn't fictional. That did happen to me. And as I wrote, I had to come to the understanding that Dad was scared for me. That's why he did it. I've never forgotten in. I did forgive him, but it happened.
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Nick and I had birthdays in the same month. So we had a joint celebration in the middle. His was on the eighth, mine was on the twenty-second. We did it a weekend in between. “So, what are your plans for Thanksgiving?” I asked Nick at the table in the restaurant. He shrugged. “I was planning to spend it with you guys.” Tony smiled. “We’ll be in Asheville.” “You’re welcome to come. You’re family.” I said. Nick looked at me uneasily. “This is the mountain family?” I nodded.
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We've got the others, Mitch's mother's family. That goes alright. Then there's Tony's family in New York. Plus a little more culture shock. Remember, these are all real. What happens did happen. To both me and my husband.
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Right now my muse is sending me other things. I'm working on some stories for Cinderfella, I've two in the works.
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I can only say, after the confrontation with my parents, aunts, uncles, and others, I felt this huge weight lift! We, Tony and myself, and those few cousins went to the living room. It had originally been a bedroom, all the rooms were bedrooms, but now they used it as something else. Tony and I sat on the couch there. It wasn’t long before my cousins were acting as they had years before as I knew them. Cutting up, ribbing each other. Ribbing Tony! They loved him. Who wouldn’t? “God, I love y
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We headed out for North Carolina. It was now late spring and we both enjoyed the warm weather. The windows down and the cool breeze flowed through. Looking over at Tony, he seemed very relaxed and damned sexy. The wind tossing his hair. He had tried to dress down, but even the jeans and polo shirt were designers. Even his sneakers. I wore Levis and a t-shirt. My shoes were Keds. “It may not be important, but…” I began. “I touched my first dick that wasn’t attached to me up here.” Tony
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Sorry about the internet thing, and I know it's a hour early, but I have to post the next chapter!!!
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Tony made a phone call to have his furniture brought down that night. The next morning I was going back to work. He was slipping his suit jacket on. This was a sharp suit, double-breasted and dark black. The red silk tie set it off perfectly. I shook my head. He was gorgeous! “I gotta go,” I said urgently heading quickly for the door feeling my arousal growing. Tony looked alarmed. “Wait! Don’t I at least get a kiss?” Tony asked. “Not looking like that! I’ll wrinkle the suit!” I touc
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Tony is about to meet his country "in-laws." The shit may hit the fan.
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Maybe the think they are.
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I could drive a tractor at twelve, a car a year later, legally a few years more, but driving Tony’s car made me nervous. Tony didn’t seem stressed about it, but I did my best. I was almost too cautious. He had me adjust the mirrors and seat, even the steering wheel, then hit a button on the console to save those settings. My settings. We had a nice dinner at some restaurant downtown, but it was Friday night, so there were a lot of people on dates and various things. I woke as the a
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When my husband came in Charleston, I was a bit overwhelmed by his tastes and how little how much cost concerned him. This story is almost a biography. The fact the he had a life before me didn't bother me. That he made money in the past did bother me. To me it was his money. That was something I had to get used to. I had to get used to him doing things because he wanted to, not because felt he had to. The transition of ME and HIM to being US. That was the hard part.
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Tony sighed relief and Nick left for his apartment. “That’s one down.” He grinned at me. “It went well.” I nodded. Tony shrugged. “I told you, he was a good man.” I grinned with a shrug. “And I told you, he came from you. How could he not be?” That night I saw another part of Tony. We had gotten home and did make love, then fell asleep together. And I was getting used to Tony’s spooning me from behind. It was later when he began making these sounds. A soft moan, then he rol
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And the thing is...they are based in reality. My father did have 15 brothers and sisters. My husband had a son where the meeting went well. My husband and stepson are solid. The others were surprising.
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But it just began. Tony meets Mitch's family. The good, the bad and the redneck!
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The difference about this story and others I've written. Almost everything I wrote about is true! My husband told me about the priest that did that. I had real education not only about Italians, but Catholics. As he told me, the Vatican didn't bail churches out, the Vatican got money from the churches, not the other way around. Most all the things I wrote so far, except the last names is all TRUE!!! Including the locking of the doors.
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Tony looked at me sadly. “Is that why you left the mountains?” I shrugged. “I had to.” I sat forward. “My parents don’t think I’m gay, but possessed.” “Possessed!?” Tony said loud enough to attract some looks from other customers. I chuckled at the lady that was looking concerned. “We’re fine, thanks.” I waved, then looked back. “Yes,” I whispered. “Possessed. They believe it’s a demon making me do these things.” I took a deep breath. “First is the McKenzies. My late grandfather, my
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It's been interesting since I married an Italian from New York. I've had thick crust in Chicago, he won't touch it. I love Italian Sausage, he claims no Italian would make it. I tell him the pizza is just a format, people will put on it what they like. He threatens to leave me if I don't give in. We've been together many years, he's not going anywhere. And I remind him often. I'm NOT ITALIAN!!
