It all started when my husband John told me that he was getting deployed to Afghanistan. I had no idea how to react. I was hurt and in shock. I mean how could
he just leave us? I understand that it is for our county but I do not know what
I would do without him! I decided I am just had make the best of it. I
spent the next few weeks spending every moment I could with him and our two adorable little girls.
However, John wanted his family to have dinner with us twice a week before he left. This includes his brother Adam. Adam has always been so weird. In high school, he would stare at me awkwardly anytime I was around him. Yet, he would never talk to me.
The time passed by
too quickly. I dropped John off at the airport with tears in my eyes. I didn't
want him to leave but he promised he would be back soon. I kissed him goodbye
and off he went. John called me three times every week. He called me on Mondays,
Wednesdays, and Fridays. I was so thankful that I was still able to talk to
him a few times a week. Things were fine. Everything was fine. And then my
world came shattering to pieces.
In the middle of the night I woke up to a banging on the door. To my surprise, it was John's team members. They told me that John went missing in action and they believed he is dead... I, I, was
once again in shock and my heart broke. I cried for days. I could not control
myself. The army had arranged a funeral for him, and though I was devastated I still went. His mother, father, and his brother greeted me when I arrived to the funeral. Afterwards, Adam wanted to come over to talk. When he came we had a good
conversation reminiscing about John. It was the first time ever that I had a decent conversation with Adam. I decided he wasn't that weird after all.
For the next few
weeks, Adam came over every day. He helped me remodel my kitchen, he helped with
the girls, and he took my mind off of my depression. Adam had become a big part
of my life. One night, while having a few drinks, Adam and I were reminiscing about high school. He told me he had a crush on me in high school but I fell
for John instead. I am not really sure how it happened. But one thing led to
another and before I knew it, I was waking up to him the next morning. We were
just lying there when we heard banging on the door. I got up and answered the door, and once again it was John's team members. They said
that they found John and he would be returning home in a few days.
I did not know
what to think. My dear husband who I thought was dead, is now alive? And I just
slept with his brother? I had too many mixed emotions...Let's fast forward to
when John got back. He was different. Things were different. He suspected
that me and Adam had an affair but I reassured him that nothing happened. I
felt so guilty but why? I did not cheat. I thought my husband was dead. I
started to feel sick every morning and I thought it had something to do with
just how weird things were. I went to the doctor and the doctor told me I was
pregnant...
Since John had gotten back we had not done anything. I knew it was
Adam's. I panicked. That night I did it with John and in the next few days I
told him that I was pregnant. I told him that it was his. I know it is stupid
but I did not want to lose John. Though, he did not believe me. He wanted me to prove it.
Panicking again, I asked one of my friends who is a doctor if she could help me
forge the results to the DNA test. And she did...
Fast forward even more... I ended up having twins. But John was
still suspicious and did not want to be made a fool. So he left us. Every night
I sang the blues. I sang about John and I missed him. I taught these blues to
my twins. They sang it perfectly. I would often take the kids to the park and
just sit there while they played. I just think how my life could have been
different… One day when the twins were singing the blues in the park John came
back... I was so happy to see him. But he wanted me to prove my loyalty to him
once more.This time... I couldn’t... I just couldn’t live a life like that. So
I ran.
I ran and I ran and I ran. I ran until I didn’t know where to go.
And that is how I ended up here. I do not know what to do now. I need your
advice. I just feel so awful.
(a few moments of silence went by and then...)
The therapist replied, “It will be okay. We will work figure this out
together.”
Image Information
Sitting in the Park, Before John Arrived
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Author's Notes:
In the original story Rama is exiled and goes to the forest and Sita goes with him. Sita is taken by Ravana. When Rama rescues Sita he is suspicious that she was unfaithful to him. She proves she was by jumping into fire. Then she gets pregnant. A laundry man hits his wife and says that he does not allow affairs like Rama does. Rama feels disrespected and embarrassed so he asks his brother to take her into the forest and abandon her there. She has twins and teaches them the songs of Rama. Rama hears the twins one day and comes back. However, he still wants Sita to prove her loyalty once again. This time Sita does by reentering mother nature's womb. I based my story off of the movie Brothers. The film is about two brothers: one brother (Sam) is married to wife (Grace) and has kids but gets deployed, while the other brother (Tommy) is a loner and a troublemaker. When Sam gets deployed he gets taken in as a prisoner from the opposing side. However, Grace believes he is dead. Tommy steps up and starts to act like a family man. Grace and Tommy have an affair, but soon find out that Sam is alive. When Sam comes back he is suspicious about his wife's loyalty. The detailed summary of the plot can be found at
Wikipedia. I thought by taking a more modern spin on the story of Rama and Sita, and telling it from "Sita's" point of view would help spice things up. It also shows that constantly testing people can drive them away. I chose this picture because I think it helped create the scene in the park.