First Sentence Fridays – Chapter 24

the forgiving kind by Donna Everhart
Okay. This is going to get a little personal as I’m about to share with all of you about a relationship gone wrong with someone a long time ago – how fun, right?

I was a single mom, hard working, with little if any time for a social life. I had a friend at work who thought I needed to get out more, to meet someone. She said her husband “knew someone,” who would be perfect, and they spoke of him as a “great guy.”

I gave permission for him to have my phone number, and that was how it started. X called me about a week later. The conversation was fine (from what I can remember) just one of those getting to know one another sort of conversations.

He said, “Can I call you again?”

I said “Sure.”

Red Flag #1: He started calling me every day, and after a few weeks, the chance to meet was never mentioned by him – only me.

Red Flag #2. The first meeting came after about six months of phone calls, and it was while he was working a job site. We had lunch. In his truck.

Red Flag #3. We finally went out after another couple of months or so. I don’t mind taking it slow, especially a new relationship, but this was like waiting on Spring to arrive – in Antartica.

Red Flag #4. After we’d been seeing one another for a few months, our time together gradually increased. Then he called one Friday evening to say, “I’m here at the farm with Mama and Daddy. I got a bunch of stuff to do.” Here’s what I knew. His family had a five hundred acre cattle farm and he was there often, after work and on the weekends. Here’s what else I knew – he had this chair in his home office, a swivel chair with a notoriously loud squeak. It let out a loud squeal while he told me this.

Red Flag #5. I eventually met his parents. His father was fine, while his mother would make comments like, “Girlfriends. Always got to have all these girlfriends.” While I would’ve liked to have asked what that meant, I didn’t. We were at the farm one afternoon. He was mending fences and I was helping. Here came a car down the country road, heading to his parent’s house. He stopped working and went to pacing, looking nervous.

I said, “Who was that?”

He said, “Come on.”

We got in his truck, but the car was suddenly zipping back down the road, screeched to a halt, backed up, and came flying across the field and stopped directly in front of his truck. Out pops this woman, staring hard at me through the windshield, and then at him. He first rolls all the windows up, then gets out of the truck to “face the music.”

I could go on, but I think you all get the idea. Here’s where I was wrong. I didn’t stop seeing him right then, and if I had, I would’ve saved myself a lot of heartache and embarrassment. I kept thinking that it was only this one time, that because of who I was, I could change him, that he would change, hell, the other women (yes women – not just her) would change. It took two years total before I came to my senses.

He could’ve told me the sky was green and I would have believed him. He was the sort of person who said one thing, did another. The person who told me this, and it was that. The one who said, “I’m at the farm,” and he was not.

So, what to do with old relationship fodder? Well, of course I used it to create another dimension of Frank Fowler.

Chapter 24


Mr. Fowler was big talk.


  • Carol Baldwin

    November 16, 2018


    I LOVE the backstory to this one simple line! I get that relationship too…ahh, how vulnerable/naive/hopeful/stupid we can be! PS–I just dreamt of my first serious boyfriend the other night. REALLY???

    • donnaeve

      November 16, 2018


      So true! Vulnerable, and all the rest! He was a real piece of work, let me tell you. And what a coincidence to dream of a past relationship, and poof, here I am writing about one. Queue the Twilight Zone theme! 😉

  • Beverly Turner

    November 16, 2018


    I don’t any woman who hasn’t stayed in a relationship despite that little voice shouting to quit being stupid. And who hasn’t thought they could change some man?? All we can do is live and learn…and be there for our girlfriends when they are blind to the horse’s patootie they are dating. Thanks for sharing your story. Can’t wait to read ALL the sentences in this book.

    • donnaeve

      November 16, 2018


      Sad truth. I was apparently stupid for a long while as he wasn’t the only one. I thank my lucky stars every day for my husband. I have helped many a friend through those terrible times – and they were there for me too, as well as my mom who listened until her ears bled, I’m sure.

      Funny about these sentences – each week I stare at the one coming up and think, ooooh, I wish I could give them the next one after this! It won’t be too long now, though! 🙂

  • Craig

    November 21, 2018


    The joy of having absolutely dense friends. You put a light face on it, but…

    On top of the feelings of loneliness, and such that caused you to stick around for that much crap, you still had to stick another day. You have to do that for the sake of friendship. Sometimes it is worth it.

    I hope you have a nice Thanksgiving and don’t have to work too hard for it.

    Damn, I wish I knew fewer people who were big talk and massive amounts of hot air.

    • donnaeve

      November 22, 2018


      “You put a light face on it, but . . . ”

      I did, and you’re right – that was one of the WORST times in my life. It was such an uneven relationship. The “good news,” if one can call it that, when I made the decision to get out of the relationship, he was so stunned, he called for months afterward. There was no call block back then. What a shame.

      Thanksgiving – well, I wish that were the case too – but I’ve been working on it since Monday. We will have 15 family members here, and it will be chaos. No matter how much prepping I do, it’s . . . chaos. I still have your pecan pie recipe – but we don’t have a lot of pecan pie eaters, so it’s one I save for me/hubby. 🙂

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