Saturday, November 27, 2021

Gilded Guilt(page-17)

 

                                                    Chapter 6

                                                   No Quarter 


     Robbie moved all over the country, Ohio was his first venture, then to the sunny state of Florida, and ending up in the cornbread state of Tennessee, he tried everything in his arsenal yet, a Jack of all trades laboring by the sweat of his brow will never become a king with a kingdom. He loved the new adventures, traveling is a young man’s sport, and he squandered every dollar he earned either on horses or strip clubs. Robbie grew up quick, he was his own man, every dollar that passed through his hands was earned by hard work, he rarely spoke to his family, they all had their lives making children and trying to become modeled citizens. He still resented everyone in his family, they all pretend they're happily married, and more importantly, people saw them as idealistic members of society, but Robbie saw through their pale ruse. Robbie never feigned his poverty, he just accepted it, though he did find an older lady who loved him and he married her for a few years though the marriage soon ended when Robbie entered college to better himself, he was tired of laborious, wrangling, and strangling of his impoverished status, driving second-handed cars, living in run-down apartments, and trying to live paycheck to paycheck was just too much for him to bear alone much less with a wife. The divorce set him back $1,500 and he never contested anything, he gave her the $10,000 cherry-wood bedroom set, and the jalopy he called old green, she took her time signing it, but after 6 months she yielded, and Robbie was a free man, and he never married again.

     Robbie moved back to his hometown, found his old buddies, and started to run around the same old stomping grounds, carousing with young girls was easy and fun, especially when you're educated and very witty. Women loved Robbie and he loved them back. Oh, he fell in love many times but bowed out of marriage when things got sticky.  

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