In A Hurry To Wait
By Laura Chechak-Roy
Copyright 2011 Laura Chechak-Roy
Editor: Subir Roy
Production & Design: Amit Roy
Published at Smashwords
Chapter Four: The Cause And Effect
Chapter Five: Something Changes
Chapter Eight: Europe Gonna Believe This…
Chapter Ten: From The Beginning
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to the two gentlemen in my life who make me feel unbelievably special, my son and my husband. Aiden is a fire cracker when he wants to be but when it comes to giving me the time to write he is always a sweetheart. Eleven years ago I could never have imagined that I would be sharing my stories. That one afternoon changed everything when I decided to read my first story to my future husband, Amit. Although I didn’t initially put the story out there for everyone, it was Amit who convinced me that one day I should. The support of my incredible husband and sweet son made this whole process so much easier. Thank you for being so amazing.
Acknowledgments
I don’t think I could ever get this right but I will give it a go. I would like to Thank Mr. Subir Roy and Mr. Amit Roy for their tireless efforts in editing and production of this book. Mr. Subir Roy has always managed to find time and great patience to sift through the rough draft idea box of which I call a story. He has always been an integral part of the process and I hope I can persuade him to continue his involvement in future tales. And to Mr. Amit Roy, as an author you look forward to someone inspiring your work. Amit, you have been there from the conception of the idea. After processing, editing, and also producing the cover (for this and previous works), you somehow are able to give me the space I need to complete the work and allow me the comfort of knowing that at any point I could alter it and that is ok as well. Thank You both!
Chapter One: Left Hanging
So much has happened since we last caught up that you are going to be amazed. Firstly, the defrost button on a microwave does actually work. Secondly, if you try to skip paying for a short train journey by hiding in the toilet for a half an hour, you will most certainly attract attention and get caught.
And finally, if you are arguing with a woman and at the end of it you say, “Are we clear now, is anything wrong?” And she says, “Nothing.”
That means everything is wrong!
Obviously I am being sarcastic… Nothing has changed in my life so far. Saph and I are still friends of course. We are also very close to Evy. We have acquired a couple of new friends, Ezra and Ted. They are quite funny. We call them Take-Two because they each carry a duffle bag around with two of everything in them. They even have a blown-up picture of one another, on the front and back of the bags. It’s so funny!
Saph is a constant in my life. I have had quite a few nutcases for girlfriends. To be fair, Saph can’t really seem to weed out the junkies from the genuine ones either. I think we can relate to one another on many levels because in so many ways we are similar.
As you can imagine, growing up having more females than males in my house, I was inadvertently lured into believing that there was a girl out there just for me. So, I began looking for the one. Now the specifics on this matter were kind of neglected.
I became less choosy because I started becoming a workaholic. There were a few girlfriends who took advantage of me by adopting the title, Lady of Leisure. Perhaps they didn’t bother working because I provided for them so much. However, there was one girlfriend who broke up with me because she was majorly jealous of my relationship with Saph. But I think the thing that pushed her over the edge was when Saph’s cat pissed on her! Even now, the memory of that moment makes me practically burst my lungs from laughing so hard.
I don’t think I’m a bad boyfriend. I just haven’t found the one woman who can keep my attention. I have never nor will ever hit a woman, nor have I ever cheated on a partner. I have also always paid for every date I’ve ever been on. I mean not to sound big-headed, I would have to say I am a catch. What was my ex-girlfriend’s problem anyway?
Call it Freudian if you like, but I would like to find a woman who is considerate, compassionate, and has an infectious ability for selflessness. In a non-creepy way I suppose someone like my mom Ana. Is it possible that I have been attracting the wrong kind of women? Why is it always douche bags that find cool females? The one I’m looking for must be out there. I’m sure she exists. It’s about time she gets off her high horse and finds me for a change!
Chapter Two: Ana Corin
Do you really think that when we die we all meet up again, somewhere? I will admit I am not a very religious person. Don’t get me wrong: to each his own but I’m not sure what to think. Am I just jaded from my mother’s battle with ovarian cancer? Or is our existence all a single big accident when we die? Is that it?
My mom’s life wasn’t all a one big tragedy. Long before meeting waste of space men like Jack Holland, there was my father Alexander. They met at a school dance. They were thirteen. They were a secret couple. Both of my parents were raised Roman Catholic. Of all forms of Catholicism it is the strictest.
They were not supposed to kiss or think dirty thoughts… and most importantly, the golden rule, no sex before marriage. Apparently my grandmother told my mom that her legs should not be open bigger than if she were holding a quarter between her knees. The no sex rule was the one thing they listened to. They had the fear of God instilled in them. My father probably thought his thing would fall off!
By the time they were sixteen they were bursting at the seams. My father plucked up enough courage (after what I believe, was the first and only shot of whiskey in his life), to ask my grandfather for his daughter’s hand in marriage. Grandpa gave his permission, but with one condition: my father had to agree to stay in their hometown until after the grandparents could see their first grandchild.
Well, that was easy really. My first sister was born nine months and one week after they got hitched up. I mean of course they were going to have one right away! Then, in the following couple of years my other two sisters were born.
I, however, had to wait for another four years because I am special. By then, my parents were 23 and had four kids. Then they must have thought, “Hey this house is just so roomy, why not have another kid to fill the void?” Bam! My little brother hatched out right after me.
Although they were both raised Catholic, neither of my parents continued practicing, once they left home. So I, in turn, was left to decide for myself what I believed in.
As I recall, I have been, Buddhist, Hindu, Catholic and Jewish at various phases in my high school years. In the end I stuck to just being spiritual. I am not extreme at either end of the spectrum, somewhere in the middle I suppose. I am not an extremist in anyway. Basically you don’t have to worry, I found myself, and myself does not want to shoot anybody!
My parents were happily married for 12 years before the accident. Everything just seemed to go downhill for a little while after that. I’m not going to pretend that I have never thought about suicide; that there wasn’t a time in my life where I felt like I was toxic. When I was five, my dad died on my birthday. When I was eleven, my best friend accidentally hung himself. And when I was sixteen, after a chance meeting with a psycho, I survived, what can only be described as an attempted massacre. Any one of these events could scar a person for life. But having had all these things happen, no matter how hard you try to suppress the memories… they always seem to return to haunt you.
I think that, above all, the single most traumatic thing that happened to me before I was a proper adult at 21, was losing my mother.
Unless you have had a family member or friend affected by cancer, which I hope you never have to experience, the emotional rollercoaster you ride is epic. There were times, I resented the fact that she may leave me and die. There were times, I felt guilty for thinking that. There were times when I truly thought she had beaten it. Then, as if on cue, there would be a call from the oncologist, to say they had found something else. Eventually at a point, Ana herself, wanted to be the one in control of it. She refused chemotherapy and chose to end it on her own terms.