Mother’s Day

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“After the two weeks were up, he had to go back to California. On a whim he said I should go with him. So I did. We were married a month later.”

“Now, in the Navy, it isn’t just about how well you perform. Like any group, politics play a big part of your advancement. And let me tell you. I was a big asset to your father’s career!” She posed for a moment, sticking out her chest and ass before she sat down.

“He knew it, I knew it, and we played the game. Yes, your dad is very sharp and all that, but I played a big part. It never helps to shmooze your commanding officer, or have your wife do it.”

I was incredulous. “You mean, you slept with his–”

“Oh! Heavens no! But a little flirting goes a long way. But it never went beyond that. I was always true to your dad.”

“Except for today.”

“Yes, well… I still am technically true to him. I’ve never fooled around or hooked up completely. The same, however, cannot be said for him.”

I sat very still. No. Say it ain’t so. My dad would never do that.

“The Blue Angels, that was the first I heard of it. Just little whispers at first, perhaps some sympathetic looks from other wives. They knew. Finally, someone told me. I confronted him, and he admitted it. He said he loved me more than anything, but his urges outweighed his vows. It wasn’t his fault, he said.

“So I had a choice. Continue to be the ‘good Navy wife’ and raise you two boys and make a life for us, or bail out and struggle on my own.”

She paused for a while so she could eat, I was trying to process all this. Mostly I was wishing she wasn’t telling me all this.

“It wasn’t easy, and we had a lot of fights. Some very big ones.” I remember some of those. Not good times. “But in the end, I wanted the life. I wanted a husband who loved me to death and would do anything for me, while he was around, and I wanted a stable home for my kids.
“He toned down his activities, and it was just something that happened ‘on the road’ and he never brought it home. I turned the other cheek, looked the other way, what ever you want to call it, and we have a pretty good life for all of us.

“Now, he’s what, 52? No, 53. And he hasn’t done anything for years. I know, he wants his admiralship too much so he won’t even scratch his ass in public, let alone fool around.”

“I… I didn’t know, Mom.”

“Of course you didn’t! It’s not something that needed to be discussed with you guys. Like I said, he was discreet, and then it tailed off and it’s all gone now.

“I love your father very much. Always have. And I love our life together. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” She was serious, not just bull-shitting me.

“However…” I said. Trying to get some answers on her activities of today.

“Yes. However. Well it ain’t always a bed of roses, kid. I shit you not. You know this, Dad could be gone on deployments 6 months, 8 months, one time he was gone 11 months. 11! And…” she dropped her fork on her plate.

“Well… shit… I have needs, too. Just like him. Maybe even more so. but I never acted upon them. I stayed true. All this time…” I didn’t say anything snarky, I just waited her out.

“I kept thinking, he would just belong to me at some point. But, he’s up for admiral, and the stress of that and his age have ganged up on him. He can’t… for the most part… um… he’s not quite the man he used to be.”

I was crestfallen. My dad. The Navy hero. Shot down bad guys, highly decorated, almost an admiral, and he’s cheated on my mom and can’t get his dick hard. Jesus Christ, what a day.
We talked some more about it as we finished dinner. She even pulled out some of her letters from him from way back. He was apologizing for some woman named “Bambi” that he had apparently fucked. This was back in the day of hand-written letters. You could see the ink smears where Mom’s tears had dropped on the pages.

“And so… I get lonely sometimes. Jeanine, my friend you saw today, is another Navy wife. She’s younger than me by a few years, but in the same boat. We got drunk once and spilled our guts, our deep, deep guts! And after several months of talking, we decided to have a little joint session today. You were coming home tomorrow, so…”

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