Instead of jumping right into my story, I should have given you some background information on what it is about. My name is Trini. Trini Kwan Cranston, to be precise. My husband's name is Billy and we have four children. Twin daughters and two sons. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband. I'm glad I'm married to him and I'm glad we have such wonderful children together, but part of me will always belong to another. And I'm sorry that it hurts him and Jason.
This is my story – mine and Kim's. See, we're lovers. Only once a year and with our husband's knowledge. They might not be happy with it, but they let us have our one weekend in peace. For us to do what was destined to be, what was expected for us, we still need each other. I couldn't give her up completely.
Our friend's couldn't understand and it's not something we talk about to anyone, but now I need someone to know, someone to understand why we made the choices we did and above all, that we still love each other and always will. It just is. She's as vital to be as breathing and I know that she feels the same.
This story isn't always pretty and to be honest, I'm not trying to make you feel sorry for us. We made our choices and we have no regrets. It had to be done.
Trini is wrong on one account. I do have regrets about what happened. I regret that the powers that be "screwed" up and we're the ones who had to sacrifice for it. I regret that we only get two days together every year. I regret that I hurt my husband and Billy. My regrets could burn a hole in the world.
I'm mad as hell that I had to lose her. Once a year isn't enough, but when you're told that if you stay together that you would ruin the world or you could do what was meant to be and get married and have children, to save everyone. Well, what else choice is there?
I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I? I'm Kim Hart Scott. My husband is Jason and we have three children. One girl and two boys. They, along with Trini's kids, were destined to be the greatest team ever of Power Rangers, with skills that couldn't be foretold.
But, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm supposed to be introducing our story.
Sometimes, on those instances when I'm missing her more than I can stand or when I see the shadows in Jason's eyes, I wonder if it would have been better if I had never kissed her that fateful day over fifteen years ago; if we could have stayed only friends. If we could have spared our husband's, and someday even our children, the pain of knowing. Or if we would have said screw the world, for once we're going to do what's best for us? But, no, we were former Power Rangers; we couldn't let the world go when we could fix it.
No. I can't live without her anymore than she can live without me. I guess all that's left is a warning. This story is about two women who did what they had to do even at the expense of their own happiness. Don't judge us too harshly. We did the best that we could.