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Meet Susan.


Susan is a divorced, middle-aged mother of one adult daughter. She is a devout Catholic.  She doesn’t believe in divorce.  She hates speaking of her divorce.  She is ashamed of being a divorced woman, even though she had no choice in the matter.

Her daughter was 12 when her husband left.  One week he was the seemingly perfect husband, coming home after work, eating dinner with the family, playing with their daughter.  She thought of herself as blessed to have married such a wonderful man.  She occasionally had a sinking feeling of doubt about his fidelity, as sometimes there were unexplainable absences.  But she ignored them.  Her denial was so great she happily looked the other way, until she couldn’t anymore.  He left her for his mistress, moved out of state, and completely exited the life of Susan and of their daughter, Stacey.

Stacey was the child that Susan had prayed for every day for years.  She was a miracle baby.  Some doctors had told Susan she would never have a child, and if she wanted to be a mother, she would have no option but to adopt.   Susan never stopped believing, never stopped praying, and Stacey entered the world.  She always regretted that she couldn’t give her siblings, but she worked very hard to raise Stacey to be a good, Catholic girl. It was especially hard after her husband’s abandonment, but she put on a strong front and put everything into raising her daughter alone. 

Now, Stacey is grown and no longer at home.  Susan believes she did a good job.  Stacey has made her proud.  She went to college and did well, was able to find a good job shortly after graduating and even found a good man to marry.  Sure, Stacey went through some tough times after her father left.  Susan knew she had a little rebellious phase as a teenager.  But as long as it didn’t affect school, and she was still up and at mass every Sunday with her mother, nothing else mattered.  On the outside, they looked good, and appearances meant everything.

Susan is soon to hear surprising news of the man that left her years ago.  She is also soon to learn that her daughter had a traumatic experience that she knew nothing about.   

Susan is, of course, fictional.  She is the mother of my main character in Absolved.  As I approach the release of my book I hope to introduce you all to some of my characters and I wanted to start with Susan.  I hope you enjoy getting to know her even better as you read my book, which will be available to you on or around April 8th.

This is it for tonight, but I’ll be around again soon to introduce you to Timothy, the husband of my main character.

Until next time…

 

 

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