Trent's POV Part 2

After I dried the dishes and put them away, I went out into the living room.
Instead of putting out the fire, I relaxed on the couch. I couldn’t go to sleep just yet.
I was so very proud of Helen. I’d been such a fool keeping her in the innocent childlike roles that appealed to me.
I just didn’t want to accept that my Helen was growing up and away from me. When Helen first started dating that lowlife Harris, I knew it would bring nothing but trouble. It didn’t even matter to her when I had stone cold proof of Harris’ dirty dealings in the past. Helen still stood up for him and eventually married him anyway.
(Why is it that women always go for that type of guy? It seemed sometimes that they actually enjoy all the drama and heartache that sort bring with them. I was disappointed to learn that Helen was no different from the norm.)
At least my control of Helen ended after office hours, I certainly never had her followed or insisted she live right next door to me. I also wondered how Newman explained giving me the name of the detective in the first place.
Surely, either Helen or Harris confronted him on that.
I just hope Helen doesn’t divorce Harris and end up with Newman.
I didn’t like the familiar way Newman touched her. I could also see Helen was attracted to him too.
Like Remington, I decided not to not to think about that now.


Tomorrow I would see Roberta.
I felt a small surge of pride knowing that she wouldn’t disappoint me by bringing home some ill mannered boor. I raised her to be her own woman first. Roberta, though she did have an interest in the opposite sex, focused more on her studies. It was her senior year at school and she already had plans for a career in politics.
I was so proud when Roberta informed me that she aspired to be the first woman mayor of SimCity.
I had no doubt in my mind that she could do it too. My oldest wasn’t going to be content to be someone’s wife. She was going to make her own mark in the world.
I had to give both Dagmar and I credit for how Roberta turned out. We wanted a better life for our daughter than what we had growing up. We didn’t put up limitations or allow Roberta to be a shrinking violet. We encouraged her to speak her mind and be herself.
On the flip side we did spoil her rotten and were lax in the discipline department, but all things considered we did really well.


There was still a big rift between Roberta and I where Remington was concerned.
Roberta still feels like he wrecked our home. She blames Remington for my divorcing Dagmar. She refuses to come visit me here at home or stop by the office during working hours. She’s made it clear that she’ll never have anything do to Remington.
I think part of that is because she has trouble accepting that I’m gay. Though she insists that she’s come to grips with my sexual orientation, I can see that the idea still makes her very uncomfortable.
I can’t blame her really. Dagmar and I had the world fooled by our picture perfect marriage. When the facade finally shattered, Roberta was the one hurt most in the cross fire.




I’m just glad my witch of an ex wife never told Roberta that I wasn’t the one that actually fathered her, but then again, she wouldn’t have been able to get the child support and large settlements I had to pay to end our marriage.
Public sympathy was on the wronged wife.
The only reason I took it is because I didn’t want Roberta to be hurt further to know that Dagmar and I never had a true marriage in any sense of the word. It was all one big lie to protect our careers.
The marriage only lasted so long because I couldn’t bear to abandon the baby, I’d come to love like my own.



Remington was a saint to stay in the background when we first found our way back together.
I didn’t want to lose him, but I was afraid of what may happen to my relationship with my daughter.
It took a long time before I built up the courage to end my sham marriage.
I was lucky that Remington didn’t leave me a second time before I did. It also makes me heartsick that the media made him the villain in my break up with Dagmar. I don’t think I can ever make up for the pain and embarrassment Remington’s had to endure because of it. He claims he can care less what people think, but I know better. We both stay silent because we don’t want Roberta to suffer any more humiliation than she already has.
I just wish Dagmar could have at least let me break the news to Roberta myself, instead of making our divorce a three ring circus. I’ll never forgive her for that.
I understand now why Remington kept his secret from me. He had no real reassurance I would ever leave Dagmar.
It also hurt to learn that Mary never intended Lanie and I to meet until Remington and I were out as a couple. I couldn’t blame her reasoning. She didn’t want Lanie to become attached to me if I wasn’t going to be a permanent part of Remington’s life. Not to mention having to explain that Uncle Remington’s significant other was married to some one else.
This took my thoughts to Lanie’s mother.......