Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2004 18:22:53 -0800 (PST)
From: LeslieNTammy BarberNRose <leslientammy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beginnings---"Fate Rules All Part 1"

Copyrighted by SkyeRoseNovels

Author: SkyeRose

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Fate Rules All

I was supposed to be a happily married woman.( If that is how you choose
to look at it.) But I never realized how unhappy I was until true
happiness came my way.

I had a very successful wife, Daya, that has an extremely successful law
firm of more than 150 people. She was well known in the lesbian community
of New York City and had always been. She was tough, incredibly
intelligent, talented, and beautiful more on the outside than the inside.
As soon as she became successful, I became the backburner. I am not
trying to sound spoiled because what I had in her I knew was genuine, but
my job and my interests seemed uninteresting compared to her having
closed the big deal with "such and such" corporation or being invited
to a dinner party from "such and such inc."

This particular time we had to attend a gala for a gay rights
organization in which she was the special guest and of course I had to
attend. I chose a red Vera Wang styled dress but she made didn't like
it, and instead I had to wear a black dress. She said black showed power,
and even though I was "just a school teacher", she needed to look as if
she had a powerful woman on her arm. Anyways, I told her not to leave me
when she went inside cause truthfully I had gotten tired of being "left
behind" in a sense while she mingled with future clients and whatnot.

When we walked in, I suppose her "look of success" was achieved, but
she did what I asked her not to do... she left me. I was left standing
there with a wine glass in my hand. I glanced over at her and she was
standing with Eradale Majins. She was the CEO and founder of Majins Paper
Corporation. She made it clear to me when I first began to date Daya that
she wanted her and what she wanted she always got. The way that they were
standing and talking with each other, I wouldn't have been surprised if
Miss Majins hadn't already gotten what she wanted. I suppose I stood
there for an hour or two just looking at Daya, knowing that she seen me
over here by myself. Instead her and Eradale walked upstairs, I suppose
to have a "more private chat".

I don't know what had happened to me and Daya. I mean before her whole
success she would have never just walked away from me or not introduced
me as her wife or something. If I walked over there, it would probably be
a scene. Instead I walked out. Since Daya was just so oblivious to my
feelings, I was leaving.

I went back to our apartment and stripped that damn ugly and hot as hell
black dress to the floor. I was fed up. How much of the long nights at
home by myself was I going to take? Going to different events that were
important to me by myself? Going to these stupid galas where all the
people look down on me because I am nothing more than a damn teacher? I
was successful too.

I had put myself through college and was one of the most well liked
elementary school teachers in my district. Besides that I was being
considered as assistant principal. But that meant nothing to her. She
felt I was still making a lousy salary and helping children in a low
income district who had no hope for their future. She never stopped to
think how low she made me feel when I would try to bring up having kids
and she would look at me with her big gray eyes and say, "Virginia that
isn't possible."

I was on my 5th glass of wine when she came walking in at approximately 2
a.m. (Some party that must have been.) She had her jacket on her arm and
she had the nerve to roll her eyes at me.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me Daya?"

"Yes I did because you had me and about 15 other guests looking for you
before I decided to make up a lie that you went home because of a
headache."

"Well Daya you didn't have to lie for me, and above all you didn't
have to leave me."

"I didn't leave you Virginia. You saw me and you could have walked over
there to chat it up with my future clients, and by the way I closed the
deal with Eradale Majins."

"Why am I not surprised?", I said in a very smart ass tone of voice.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?", she yelled back.

"Don't yell at me Daya, I am not your fucking kid.", I said as calmly
as I could.

"Well you're acting like one. Just cause you have a lousy job and all
you're used to is talking to kids 8 and younger, doesn't mean that you
have to start acting like them."

Tears began to roll down my face and right then I had decided that I had
enough. I got up and went into our bedroom and she knew exactly what was
about to take place. I grabbed the suitcases and began to throw shit in
them. I pulled off my robe and put on some jeans. I was getting the hell
out of here. The last thing I needed at that moment or period in my life
was some bitch who was going to throw up my job and say it was lousy.
Matter of fact she smelled like another woman's "scent", and I had in
mind whose "scent" it probably was.

I walked past her with my bags and she just stared at me. You know that
was supposed to be her part where she said, "Don't go" or something to
that liking. Instead she looked at me as if she was challenging me to
leave. So I put my key on the table and walked out.


Some Weeks Later


I missed Daya but I bluffed it up to saying I was just in the habit of
having her around. Honestly I don't even know why I missed her but I
just know that I did. I ended up getting the promotion and I was enjoying
being the assistant principal. It was a fun loving job.

Ms. Johannes our ancient music teacher took an early retirement and this
particular day the new music teacher would check out our little niche
here at MLK Elementary. She was supposed to be here at 8 but it was now 9
and I had other things to do. The door opened and I looked up.

"Can I help you?"

"I am Miss Barberrosa, the new music teacher."

I was confused. This girl was "family". Her haircut and even the way
she wore her jeans screamed lesbian. Not that I discriminated against
lesbians being teachers because hell I was one and so was about 60% of
the staff. She just didn't look as if she would be a teacher.

I mean she had her own id type look. She had dark hair and very olive
skin. She had green eyes that made you want to embrace them and a smile
that made me forget that she was an hour late, interrupting me from what
I was doing, and forgot to knock on the door before she walked in.

"Ok Miss Barberrosa I'll show you around, and you can call me
Virginia."

"Les?", she said.

"Excuse me?", I turned around abruptly.

"You can call me Les.", she said.

(I touched my cheeks and realized I had mistaken what she was saying, as
you can see. What was this girl doing to me? Trust that it was nothing
compared to what she was going to do to me.)

Part 2.....