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  My Sue

  Diana Scott

  Translated by Liliana Ester Long

  “My Sue”

  Written By Diana Scott

  Copyright © 2018 Diana Scott

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  Distributed by Babelcube, Inc.

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  Translated by Liliana Ester Long

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  MY SUE

  Diana Scott

  Copyright 2015

  Prologue

  Feast and Betrayal

  Everything To The Trash

  And Now

  Heartbreak

  It’s Just Another Day

  You Don’t Deceive Me

  I Am Your Nico

  I Will Not Give Up

  If You Want

  Blood Is Our Only Link

  Only You Can See ME

  It Is Love

  House of Cards

  We Are A Marriage

  This Cannot Be The End

  Epilogue

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Copyright Page

  Prologue

  Feast And Betrayal

  Everything in the trash

  HEARTBREAK

  It's Just Another Day

  Please, don’t lie to me

  I am your nico

  I will not give up

  If you want

  Blood is our only link

  Only you who can see me

  It is love

  House of Cards

  We are a marriage

  This cannot be the end

  Epilogue

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  Prologue

  Susana Abellan was at the prospect of a happy perfect day, her birthday.

  “How come the time passes by so quickly?

  ...40 years old!”— she was smiling with sadness, while she was turning on the washing machine.

  Her son Fernando, 13 years old, was enjoying a movie at Juan's house, his best friend. Oscar, her eternal husband, was at the office, as every day. His work, duties and lack of clients were the usual excuses for arriving late at home.

  “Honey, don't wait for me at dinner, we have some Chinese people's visit...they are coming from China.”

  “Oh yeah... Brand news! Chinese come from China...”— she said, while she hung on the phone.

  Suzie was piling the heap of dirty clothes.

  She was upset and wistfully sad at the news... he was missing at her birthday party because of his job, she could not make him any claim at all. Oscar wasn’t with her for work reasons, so it was reasonable.

  Her birthday party wouldn’t have been set for another day. She didn’t expect anything for future birthdays.

  Suzie suddenly stopped in the middle of the kitchen, thinking with curiosity.

  “How many birthdays have we spent together? How many years, exactly?... Eighteen...? No, more than that...all our lives, as my neighbour says.”

  Suzy had lost her memories living with Oscar.

  Since her adolescence, her youth and to her middle age, they were together. Everything was with him and for him.

  Many sacrifices and some tears were left along the way, but this is what living together means. To give it all, without expectations. Nothing in return. More understanding and support from each other.

  “My child, mutual life is to give in, to forgive and move on.”(Another piece of advice given from her wise neighbour)

  Suzy smiled, with lack of enthusiasm.

  Her marriage had highlights and dark shadows as any other couples did.

  Today, you are on the top of the mountain, tomorrow you fall into the deepest pit and the day after tomorrow, you will be reborn as the Phoenix Bird.

  In Suzy’s case, she felt as she was like a sparrow whose wings were torn off, but... after having a child and getting married for years, what else was it supposed to do?

  “Forgiving... moving on... These were my taught lessons that I have learnt with submission. Women... we all do the same, it is quite normal.”

  She shook her head, while she was filling the washing machine again.

  We could say that her maternity was normal. Her life was normal and her marriage was normal indeed.

  You wake up and prepare breakfast. You greet your son leaving to school with a kiss, at the same time you heat water for a coffee and your loving husband sips intensively his coffee and speaks up from his car... “I wanna have a hard day at the office!”. And later:

  “Suzie, I'm coming late, don't stay awake waiting for me! Got a dreadful day...”

  It was the most usual life in common you have ever seen or at least, that sort of lifestyle which is showed by the society as usual and women are resigned to live like this.

  “A usual life...

  ... Usual indeed! Puahhh!”

  A boring expression came with a snort.

  “When did I start turning from a young, dreaming girl into a routinely and boring wife?”

  Her longings and dreams were left behind.

  She was still feeling gooseflesh while she was walking in the hallway in the multinational where she had been working only for two years.

  She enjoyed a significant position in a professional's team who smiled at her and praised her performance. She received all these compliments while she was preparing her luggage for her next trip to success.

  “Those were the days”, she said while she was sighing and longing.

  The machine roaring woke her up from her forgotten dreams and came back to her daily routine.

  “Don't be a fool...that woman profile wearing heels, with a pink— cover cell in hand and wearing Gucci eyeglasses while travelling across Europe, all that stuff is no longer present in my life.”

  The excitement of ‘what it could have been if she had...but it never happened...” remained on the bottom of her heart. Her dreams of living on her own as a professional and self-made woman were vanished without a trace.

  “Enough! ... Damned birthday! It makes me sick as I am watching everything around me in black, dusty old smell and boring mode, and failure self-image as a plus.”

  She shook strongly her clothes ready to be hanged on the rope and she went ahead with her housework.

  Suzie had never talked to anybody about her forgotten dreams and she didn't think about them whatsoever.

  It was unnecessary. Let bygones be bygones, past was past, and, as such, it was irremediable.

  It was useless thinking about what could have been done and what can't be done right now.

  Thousands of women lose the jobs of their unplanned pregnancy. It is not fair! But life is unfair. Lord’s vineyard is full of injustice. One of the two in the couple must stay at home; in the ninety-nine percent only woman take the responsibility.

  Talking about women, family and work joining together is not a tough project but it is a rather a long distance career with no finish line.

  She sighed in despair, while she recalled: “We are so sorry, Suzie, you cannot go ahead with us in our business planning since your child birth...” These were the words of Ryan, the International General Headmaster.

  In this way, no more words, her work prospect fell down as a deflated balloon. Her duties became worthless that day when there was no task to be done. The poor pregnant woman stopped being qualified and she started her outcast condition, abandoned in a corner.

  “We no longer need your services. We won’t renew your contract. Crisis times, you know...” the Human Resources Director spoke to me, with a fake sympathy sm
ile.

  Suzanne knew she would be working until the very last day in her job. Any apparently ‘lawful’ excuse should be fine.

  “As if life was 'lawful' with mothers working out home...”

  After several months, Fernando was born. The cutest baby. He filled all her thoughts and all of her days. Babies are highly demanding with their mothers. It is very common. Then, everything changes. Time has passed by and but anything is better. When he was a baby you protected him, when he was a child, you cared for him, as a teenager, you gave him a piece of advice and in the future, surely new issues were waiting for her as a mother...

  If we talk about marriage...it is not a flower's field and roses scent. The first months living together are the best ones; you do not stop making love. Every site in the house is available for those moments of intense lust. Your couple wishes you and you need him. Your room and bathroom, common places where honeymooners release their lust, even in the kitchen and on the sofa, it means: “I need you right now.” The world is spinning around while you are gazing at your love and butterflies are a wonderful rainbow in the sky... until routine gets into your little paradise and the former intense lust in your couple turns into an: “I’m just tired”, or “My boss is driving me crazy" or “Don’t nag me!”

  On the other side, we have the womanly duties: “I must do the washing up, the ironing, and cooking... why I can't stop crying?”

  Suzy was out of her working world and exhausted in her marriage world. All marriages are all the same disaster but it is not a comforting thought if your marriage is another disaster as well.

  Suzie was folding the clothes while she thought deeply, summing up her thoughts.

  Working status? If you don't have a job, please write down an X in the case for jobless. Jobless? Let's see if this fool assistant can make half of all my work here in one day!

  “Dear lady, you have been jobless for years without doing anything. It is not easy to reincorporate you.”

  Dammed words, repeated once and again.

  “We are sorry; we need a person who is more updated than you. Younger than you, and badly paid.” It was not said in a loud voice, of course! But surely, this was what they were actually thinking.

  “I have a wonderful son.” She thought, trying to comfort herself as a counterpart in the disaster in her life. To stay aside forgotten in a kitchen is the price that many women pay in an entrepreneurial world who doesn't accept their motherly status.

  “Okay, I am neither the last one nor the least!” she tried to comfort herself again in her loneliness.

  Without her parents alive or close relatives, Suzie chooses her best choice: Marriage. We make our own destiny, and she chooses the selfless wife one.

  “I always loved having children and I love mine. The problem is not him.

  My disappointment is another issue... the problem is... my marriage...”

  Suzie shook her head strongly.

  “Enough!”— She finished her insight, after receiving a “fist-blow” from her husband on her birthday".

  She finally decided to finish her ‘birthday’ as another one; she kept on folding more clothes and decided to forget about further details.

  Feast And Betrayal

  ...Two months ago, things were not better in her marriage.

  “You’re gorgeous!” Mia, proud of her friend shouted her, while she was making her to turn on herself.

  “Thanks to you, my dear. It is your dress...” Suzie answered.

  “Who minds? It fits you! You look amazing! It highlights your hips fabulously. It highlights your breast, which defies gravity law!” Suzie, denied every word using her hands as a silent code, while she was shutting her eyes.

  “I give you my dress; I do not want it anymore. If you use it, people will realise it is the same dress that you wore and I will be defeated in the beauty battle.”— Mia stated finally.

  Both ones laughed gladly while they entered the party.

  Suzie looked fantastic and in some moments, she felt like that. The blue colour of her dress was matching the deep ocean of her eyes. Silk was tight in the best area of her body, and on the other side of her dress, her body was visible enough for driving crazy to any gentleman around, only by watching her at first sight.

  “You are beautiful from the inside to the outside. Mia sincerely whispered her. (‘So sorry that the dirty pig of your husband doesn’t deserve you’).

  Suzie didn’t believe any of the compliments from her friend. They loved each other as if they were sisters. The years they lived together in the boarding school helped to seal their eternal bond. Both ones grew supporting each other. Boarding school life was not an easy one, and these friends knew how to deal with difficulties, just as they popped out, always together. When they were twelve, they swore each other to care for one another. Nobody should hurt them. Never more.

  Suzie new that their bond had no explanation. They were not blood siblings; they were sisters who grew in mutual love need and a desperate protection feeling.

  Suzie, grew as a loner since she was a little one, very weak and shy, she always received every blow from the outside. At the same time, her friend was like the thunder sweeping off her way. A portrait of a living heroine. A justice doer and a saviour of her friends...

  Mia regularly made an effort in reinforcing the self-esteem of her friend; whose marriage seemed to be like a pit where, every day, she was being buried in it, deeper and deeper.

  In the party, Suzie couldn’t stop smiling. Mia loved her so tenderly that she was able to choose a low profile and appear not to appear so beautiful, and pretend to be a plain woman, in order to see her friend in a happier state.

  “Hi, Mia!” A strong voice, with a little-hidden irony inside these words, sounded in “What about me? I `m a handsome guy either, isn’t it?”— Oscar appeared.

  “Hi, Oscar, so nice to see you!” She smiled, pretending to be friendly. I cannot suffer him!

  Mia was unable to hide the feelings provoked by her friend’s husband. She hated him. His mood was apparently like the one of a meek person, unable to break any dish, but she knew him very well. He had broken a lot... a lot of dishes. Hearts had been broken while he was a bachelor, and another broken hearts when he became a mature married man...

  “A disgusting, dammed, a mean and unfaithful man!”

  Ignoring evidently the presence of such a ghastly character, Mia took her friend’s arm.

  “Come on, Suzie, I want to introduce you Rurik’s cousin, a crazy one, and the funniest girl you’ve ever met!”

  “... But... when has she landed?”

  “Just Today. In a non-stop flight from Stockholm. Rurik says that his cousin gets her hair cut before loosing a party”. She commented playfully.

  “What about her hair?”

  “Let’s go and check for yourself”

  ‘What about Rurik?”

  “He may be rambling somewhere. I have no idea”. Mia shook her shoulders and Suzie envied her friend’s trust in her husband.

  They were having fun as they walked towards the centre of the garden where everything was prepared for the fancy Maite and Pablo`s wedding reception.

  Pablo came from Stockholm just like Rurik. Both of them had been working in an International Enterprise where its headquarters were in Madrid City. Both of them were like two peas in a pod, two grown-up adults always thinking about the next game to play.

  “Mia! My dearest cousin you are already here”. 1.80 meters blonde woman spoke up, while her long hair covered her ass.

  “Alexia, come here. She is Suzie”. Mia was holding tightly Suzie’s arm, intimidated by such a Northern female power.

  “Are you Suzie? Hi gorgeous, I’m very glad to meet you, Mia always talks about you.” Suzie couldn’t whisper an answer. In a blink, she felt Alexia’s arms and big breasts in her hug. She felt suffocated and tried to escape but it was impossible. This woman was not only a beautiful one but strong indeed.

  “Nice to meet you
, too”. She answered, as soon as she could grasp a bit of oxygen.

  Mia tried to hide a loud laughter which was about to escape teasingly from her mouth.

  “Hey, girls, let’s go!!!” The Valkiria shouted, running towards one of the corners.

  “They are serving coloured cocktails, they look amazing... I will drink the rainbow!” This is Spain! “Lere, lere, lere...” (Spanish typical song, Translator note).

  “...Alexia... wait us, please!” Mia’s request was useless, the young girl went out, jumping out of control, following music rhythm.

  “Suzie, let’s go, or this mad woman will take our drink and, if she keeps dancing like that, she will step on our feet.” She released her laughter but Suzie only smiled a little. She was thinking— “Where is he? Has he already vanished?— This question, remained flying in the air, unanswered.

  This wedding feast was a people swarm. Among Pablo’s friends and relatives, coming from Sweden, and Maite’s relatives, coming from all parts of Spain, this seemed to be an International Congress, more than a wedding feast. Everything had been thoroughly organised and it was a crazy massive event.

  People were singing and dancing out of control and at the same time, the bride and groom were laughing, happily in love.

  “Where is he?” — She asked herself, once and again.

  Suzie didn’t know in what precise moment did she stop taking fresh air and came into a “dancing train” where uncle Manolo was the first carriage, leading the people to jump from one foot to the other while dancing, after hearing the “cha! cha! and chachacha!” command.

  From her last carriage in her train, in the middle of the dancing, she could take a glimpse of her husband Oscar, taking a drink with Rurik and another workmate. It was very reasonable, she thought because her husband and Mia’s husband, worked in the same area and they used to share opinions about common clients.

  This “train dance” passed over five more stations and Oscar already vanished again.

  “Where are your thoughts? ... Susie! Your head is in another world. Let’s go to the centre of the dance floor, the orchestra is about to start playing. It was told that a surprise was prepared for us”— Mia intended to change her focus.