Well dear ones, I am finally keeping my promise. I am sharing, for the third time, my story We Get What We Give. for those who have requested it. Sorry it took so long. Im posting it here because so many of you had difficulty, for some reason, following the links to pages. Never understood why but promised to share here so you could read that story so here it is. Hope you enjoy it. WE GET WHAT WE GIVE - Chapter 1, pg 1 ©2006 Chapter 1, pg 1 I wasnt sure where I was headed when I packed my things that morning. All that was on my mind as I got out of bed, was to get away from the man who broke my heart. If that meant moving away, then thats what Id have to do. Would I ever fall in love again? No way! Not ever! I said, to my best friend, Charlene, who sat smoking while watching me pack. Yeah. Right. she mumbled. You without a man is like the world without sunshine. Whats that supposed to mean? I asked, while stuffing more clothes into the olive-green duffel bag. That Im loose? Cheap? Promiscuous? No. It means you belong with somebody, honey. Youve got a lot of love in your heart. I dont think God put it there to be wasted. I didnt comment. Why bother? God indeed! I heard a lot about him, but so far he hadnt had time for me. I had faith, and did the best I could with what I had, but nothing worked out. Nothing ever changed. And my life was harder now, since my parents and older brother were killed in an automobile accident. I was pretty much on my own. Oh, there were relatives in the background, mostly wealthy ones, people who had always looked down on those who had less then they did. I made the choice to do without them; didnt think I needed to be reminded of what a failure I was. And I certainly didnt wish to be around people who had never treated my family decently. It wasnt as if I had empty pockets either. I didnt. I still had the money my grandparents left me. Id planned on using some of it to purchase a house when Nicholas and I got married. Sorry about Nicholas, Charlene said, as if reading my thoughts. Me too. I cant believe he had the nerve to bring that girl home, knowing you could walk in at any time. Its almost like he wanted you to catch him cheating. Well its over now. But I should have known better. Nicholas was way out of my league. Charlene grabbed my arm and pulled me to the full-length mirror. How can you say that? she asked indignantly. I mean, take a good look...a real look, Megan. What do you see? I see a five-foot seven woman with hair the color of sunshine, huge brown eyes, a perfectly shaped oval face, dimples that fill me with envy, and a figure Id die for. And this woman is as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. Honey, dont ever sell yourself short. Not ever! I spun around and hugged her to me- as tight as I could. She was the dearest person ever to cross my path in life. I laughed, and made her look in the mirror too. And I see, I said, with my arm around her shoulder, A five-foot-two woman with fiery hair and dancing green eyes. She has a cute shape, the sweetest smile, and the kindest heart in the world. Im going to miss you so much. Charlene burst into tears, which of course got me to crying too. We cried for a few minutes, then she said, while wiping her tears away with her fingers, Enough now. Here. Let me help you with the garment bag. She laughed as she slid open the walk-in-closet door. Youd be a designers worst nightmare. Shed want you to settle in on just one style, the style that is perfect for you. Isnt that the truth? Im not a one style woman though - never was.I love it all. I am crazy about tailored blouses, tight-fitting jeans and slacks, love velvet, angora sweaters, black lace, and cowboy boots...just whatever grabs my attention. Thats what drew us together, dont you think?Charlene asked. I mean neither of us has just one style. Thats us. I zipped up the garment bag and looked around the room, making certain I hadnt overlooked something. I swallowed hard, trying not to cry again. I hated leaving Charlene behind. I loved her so very much. Want to come with me I asked, hopefully. You know I would, honey, except it would mean leaving David. Hed not want me to go, much as he loves you. Well then, lets at least have breakfast. My treat. Then Ill head out. Oh, and before I forget, Charlene. I want you to have this. I handed her an envelope, which she took hesitantly. What is it? Open it and see. I said, eager to see her face light up. She tore the envelope open. Her eyes widened and filled with tears. $ 10,000. She said, almost in a whisper. Oh Megan. I cant let you do this. Yes you can. You know how much money my grandparents left me. I havent touched any of it yet. Take it, Charlene. Please. Youve been such a blessing to me. Let me do this for you..for you and David. Ill never forget this. Not ever. she said, hugging me. David and I can really use this. Thank you so much. Youre welcome, hon. Now come on. Lets go eat.
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