"Sweetheart, it's been 2 days since we've, umm, you know, made love. Can't
we forgive Greg yet?" Mike Brady was beginning to feel lonely. Even when
he was with his wife, he felt alone. Their marriage was beginning to grow
weak. As he was entering his late 40's, Mr. Brady was starting to feel
old.
"I can't talk about this right now. I don't want to sleep with you right now. Greg deserves everything that's coming to him." Mrs. Brady was beginning to be more of a mother than a wife to Mike. He missed the young and spunky girl he married just a few years before.
"Alright, I think I'm going to head to work. I'll see you when I get home." Mike felt better when he went to work. He got respect there. At home, the kids talked to him only when they wanted something or they were in trouble.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Brady," chimed Susie, his assistant. "How are you today?"
"I'm doing just fine. I would be better if it would stop raining." Mr. Brady never liked the rain. His first wife died after her car was washed away when she tried to cross a water-covered road. Their young son was with her, but he was lost in the flood.
"Well, the weatherman said it might stop tomorrow. Until then all we can do is pack an umbrella and wear a raincoat." Susie always made Mike feel better. She was a few years older than Greg and Mr. Brady always hoped that they would get along. They met once at a Christmas party, but Greg wasn't very interested.
"You're right, Suz. I wish my daughters would be as smart and prepared as you." Mike began to blush after he said this. His daughters embarrassed him. All of them had some flaw that the community wouldn't ignore.
For his oldest, Marcia, it was her lack of morals. Mr. Brady's previous assistant was fired because he had slept with Marcia. She enjoyed making people suffer. He often though she would sleep with the dog if she thought it would make the cat jealous.
Jan was a manic-depressive person. She had tried to kill herself a few times. The most recent attempt was just last month. She slit her wrists with a broken razor blade. Mike was scared for Jan more that the other girls. She was special but didn't know what to make of her. She scared him too. She was distant and didn't like talking much. It was rumored that she had fallen in love with a boy she had met in Hawaii.
Cindy, the baby of the family, was a troublemaker. She couldn't stand to be ignored so would do anything for attention. She once put a laxative in her teacher's coffee. A three-day suspension was her only punishment. The day after her suspension was over, she picked a fight with a girl a could years older than her. She came home with a black eye and a bruised reputation that day.
"Your daughters are just fine as they are, Mr. Brady." They both knew it was a lie.
Mike worked his butt off that day trying to get all of his jobs done. He was an architect and had 5 people trying to get him to design their buildings. In 8 straight hours of drawing and calculating, he got 2 of them done.
"I think I'm going to head home now, Susie. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Goodbye, Mr. Brady."
At home all Mike could do was think about how happy everyone was when he had first married Mrs. Brady. All their problems were simple and could easily be fixed. What happened? He often asked himself.
"Dad, can I ask you a question?" Jan needed some help from the only father she knew. Her biological father had been lost in a boating accident.
"Of course you can, Jan. Hehe, that rhymed."
"Yes, it did. There's a boy at school that I like but I don't know if he likes me back. How do I know if a guy likes me?"
Mike thought a few moments about her question. Jan often had boy troubles. "Is he nice to you? Does he act like he wants to be around you?"
"I guess."
"Well, Jan, I think he likes you. If he's a gentleman he'll tell you soon enough. Maybe you should tell him you like him first. He might be a bit shy."
"Thanks Daddy. I really appreciate it." She really did. She was glad to have someone she could talk to. Jan was awkward and knew it. "I think I'll call that boy now and tell him I like him. I hope I get good news."
Jan walked to the phone and began to dial. "Hello?" Asked the voice on the other side of the line.
"What? I didn't dial a number yet."
"JAN! I'M ON THE PHONE! GET OFF!" Marcia was really a jerk to Jan.
"One of these days I'll make Marcia pay for all the pain she has caused me."
The story continues in Jan's point of view.
"I can't talk about this right now. I don't want to sleep with you right now. Greg deserves everything that's coming to him." Mrs. Brady was beginning to be more of a mother than a wife to Mike. He missed the young and spunky girl he married just a few years before.
"Alright, I think I'm going to head to work. I'll see you when I get home." Mike felt better when he went to work. He got respect there. At home, the kids talked to him only when they wanted something or they were in trouble.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Brady," chimed Susie, his assistant. "How are you today?"
"I'm doing just fine. I would be better if it would stop raining." Mr. Brady never liked the rain. His first wife died after her car was washed away when she tried to cross a water-covered road. Their young son was with her, but he was lost in the flood.
"Well, the weatherman said it might stop tomorrow. Until then all we can do is pack an umbrella and wear a raincoat." Susie always made Mike feel better. She was a few years older than Greg and Mr. Brady always hoped that they would get along. They met once at a Christmas party, but Greg wasn't very interested.
"You're right, Suz. I wish my daughters would be as smart and prepared as you." Mike began to blush after he said this. His daughters embarrassed him. All of them had some flaw that the community wouldn't ignore.
For his oldest, Marcia, it was her lack of morals. Mr. Brady's previous assistant was fired because he had slept with Marcia. She enjoyed making people suffer. He often though she would sleep with the dog if she thought it would make the cat jealous.
Jan was a manic-depressive person. She had tried to kill herself a few times. The most recent attempt was just last month. She slit her wrists with a broken razor blade. Mike was scared for Jan more that the other girls. She was special but didn't know what to make of her. She scared him too. She was distant and didn't like talking much. It was rumored that she had fallen in love with a boy she had met in Hawaii.
Cindy, the baby of the family, was a troublemaker. She couldn't stand to be ignored so would do anything for attention. She once put a laxative in her teacher's coffee. A three-day suspension was her only punishment. The day after her suspension was over, she picked a fight with a girl a could years older than her. She came home with a black eye and a bruised reputation that day.
"Your daughters are just fine as they are, Mr. Brady." They both knew it was a lie.
Mike worked his butt off that day trying to get all of his jobs done. He was an architect and had 5 people trying to get him to design their buildings. In 8 straight hours of drawing and calculating, he got 2 of them done.
"I think I'm going to head home now, Susie. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Goodbye, Mr. Brady."
At home all Mike could do was think about how happy everyone was when he had first married Mrs. Brady. All their problems were simple and could easily be fixed. What happened? He often asked himself.
"Dad, can I ask you a question?" Jan needed some help from the only father she knew. Her biological father had been lost in a boating accident.
"Of course you can, Jan. Hehe, that rhymed."
"Yes, it did. There's a boy at school that I like but I don't know if he likes me back. How do I know if a guy likes me?"
Mike thought a few moments about her question. Jan often had boy troubles. "Is he nice to you? Does he act like he wants to be around you?"
"I guess."
"Well, Jan, I think he likes you. If he's a gentleman he'll tell you soon enough. Maybe you should tell him you like him first. He might be a bit shy."
"Thanks Daddy. I really appreciate it." She really did. She was glad to have someone she could talk to. Jan was awkward and knew it. "I think I'll call that boy now and tell him I like him. I hope I get good news."
Jan walked to the phone and began to dial. "Hello?" Asked the voice on the other side of the line.
"What? I didn't dial a number yet."
"JAN! I'M ON THE PHONE! GET OFF!" Marcia was really a jerk to Jan.
"One of these days I'll make Marcia pay for all the pain she has caused me."
The story continues in Jan's point of view.