(JOHN's Point-of-View)
I stirred, snuffling in my sleep. I felt Alex's warm hands around me. I am so happy this is how it turned out.
I began courting Alex while my extremely xenophobic, homophobic, and sexist father had been alive. This, of course, was a problem, since Alex was a Carribean immigrant and a male.
But Alex had been so desperate that I could not help myself.
I had not really loved my wife, I respected her, but I married her out of pity.
My father may have been ill, but that had not stopped him from hitting and yelling at me at least once a day. I had gotten away with my courtship by pretending to be interested in the sister of my late wife, Abigail. Abigail had known that I was not genuinely interested in her, had let Alex and I interact, and had covered for me whenever possible.
It was a mutual relationship. When Henry yelled at Abigail, telling her to submit to my authority, I had stood up for her. I feel that all people, male or female, black or white, are equal. I felt Abigail should be intelligent and independent, and I supported her education all the way, the same as I had done with my late wife. We had a very pleasant, respectful relationship, but there was no love there, between Abigail and I.
I always try to treat everyone with respect, even service. Despite being from South Carolina, I do not own any slaves or service, which is uncommon. I also make sure all people who work for me are paid and housed fairly. It was a trait many from the North admired.
As soon as my horrible father died, Abigail and I separated, which surprised no one, knowing our relationship was merely a formality. Abigail began courting the man who she wanted to marry and had been watching closely, but had stayed away from for my sake.
Alex and I had immediately gotten together officially, and began living together and mutually raising Philip, now both of our son.
I still have some issues coping with the trauma my father caused me, but I am mostly better now. Alex made it all better.
We stayed together for a few years, until I had gotten up the courage to propose to Alex. We have been married for seven years now, and Philip was almost 16.
I snuggle back into Alex, smiling as arms are wrapped around my waist.
It is better now.
Oh man! There it is! I didn't think this would be so quick! Sorry if it's short. I just wanted to set up the next part, and the next little bit is part of the next part. Anyway, have a good day, and please review. I'm trying to be as historically accurate as possible, in a modern-ish way, so here's some of the clarifications. Martha might have had a sister, I don't know. I made up her name. Some things in this story are true, like John didn't quite like females. Some are blatant lies, like Eliza died. Martha died in 1781, before John died. Also, John did die, so that's a lie, and their daughter was left an orphan. Her son struggled with alcoholism and died young. The rest are rumors, that I cannot confirm, like John pitied his wife, and Henry hit John. So yeah! I hope you liked it, this is a long author's note, please review. It makes my day!