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Posts about Undone, Encounters Series Book 3

UNDONE for Kindle is Here!

By Paula

No preview chapter this week. A flurry of emails went back and forth early this week and here it is. The paperback will be out soon, but you can get the ebook versions for Kindle and Nook.

Thanks for your patience. Download your copy, and if you left a review when you’ve finished reading it… well, that would definitely put you at the top of my Nice list.

I’m pretty sure I have the best readers ever. Thanks for sticking with me!

 

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UNDONE Chapter 7

By Paula

Chapter Seven

Jan

Saturday, September 11

I left him sitting in the car, and went inside. Maddie and Malcolm met me in the kitchen. “Nana’s called twice,” she said. “I told her you had taken Dad to see Dr. A, but she wants you to call her.”

“Thanks. I’ll call her back.” The dog skittered around Maddie’s feet trying his best to catch my attention.

She glanced at the door. “Where’s Dad?”

“Outside.”

“Is he okay?”

“Dr. A did some quick tests and gave him a prescription. He wants to see him again.”

“But he’s okay?”

“Yes.”

She stretched up to her tiptoes and looked out the window. “Why is he just sitting in the car?”

“He got a call from someone at church and he’s deciding what to do.” I got a treat for the dog and he eagerly took it and strutted out of the kitchen.

She looked at me, then at the floor then her eyes darted to the window and back. “You can say it,” I said. “Part of our problem is that we’ve spent years burying what we think and feel. You can tell me anything, Maddie.”

“It sounds bad.”

“Maybe it won’t be as bad once you say it. Sometimes imagination is worse than reality.”

“I know Dad loves me . . . but sometimes . . .” She glanced at the door, then the window. “Sometimes it feels like the people at the church are more important to him.” She dropped her eyes. “That’s bad to think that, isn’t it?”

It would be hard for her not to come to that conclusion. “Pastors have a really hard job trying to balance their commitments to their churches and their families.” Which was true, and I respected how hard it must be to strike that balance. David expected me to fill in for him at home, but it never clicked that Roger could do the same for him at the church.

Maddie stepped back and crossed her arms, almost hugging herself. “Did you really mean that I could say anything to you?”

“Yes.”

“Why’d you do it?” She blinked and quickly wiped her eyes. “It was so wrong. You knew that . . . and it’s disgusting and . . .”

“And I embarrassed you. I am so sorry.” I held out my arms to hug her, but she quickly shook her head and stood rooted to her spot. I tried again, a little softer this time. “I’m not sure I can explain it yet. I hope Neil can help me.”

“You can try.”

“All right.” I took a deep breath. “You remember when you were little, and you loved to watch Snow White and Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty and all those others?” She nodded. “And you wanted to dress up like them? You wanted to be them?”

“Pornography is not about princesses, Mom.” Her voice was flat, dismissive, not unlike her father’s.

“No, it’s not. But . . . I think we desperately want someone who will love us enough to face the dragons for us, who will love us even when they find out the ball gown is just an illusion, and we’re really clothed in rags and dirt.” I looked into her sweet, precious, innocent eyes. “And that’s where it started, Maddie. I didn’t start out on the internet. I started reading stories about women who were cherished . . . and I wanted that more than anything.”

 

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UNDONE Chapter 6

By Paula

(The interior layout is done. Now we just need the final wraparound cover and the Library of Congress control numbers. Sometimes those can slow things down quite a bit. Hopefully, they won’t this time around. This weekend, I’m taking off for a retreat about the calling God places on us. Thank you for reading and may God multiply His blessings on you.)

 

Jan

Friday, September 10

I didn’t have time to be hurt or angry because Donna met me as soon as I stepped into the kitchen. “How is he?”

Her concern was understandable. Phil had battled high blood pressure all his life and died of a stroke in his mid-fifties. Phil’s father died even younger. Now David was following the pattern. All of them were pastors.

“It’s high. Clinically high. I told him to make an appointment Monday.”

“He doesn’t need the ER?”

“If he was having any other symptoms, I would say yes, but it’s been inching up over the last four or five years, so we knew this day was coming.” I had to drop my eyes. “Plus he’s under some extra stress right now.”

“He should take some time off.”

He may not have a choice. “I’ll check it again in the morning. If it’s still high, I’ll call Dr. A. I’m sure he’d see him, even on a Saturday.”

Donna reached and squeezed my hand. “Thank you,” she said softly. “I can’t help but worry, you understand.”

“Of course. Thank you for taking the kids to eat. I know they enjoyed it.”

“It was our pleasure.” She kissed Grant and Maddie, and Neil followed her, kissing Maddie’s cheek and shaking Grant’s hand. Then she and Neil each hugged me before they slipped out the back door.

As soon as the door closed, Maddie stood up. “I’m going to bed.”

“Everything okay?”

“No,” she said. “But sleep is the only thing I have control over.”

I smiled at her gentle wisdom. “Dad and I talked. We’ll be okay.”

“What if they make him give up the church?”

“Then we’ll be thankful I have a good job.”

“But he’s not preaching Sunday. What will we do?”

“I’m sure he’ll come up with a plan.”

 

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UNDONE Chapter 5

By Paula

Chapter Five

David

I followed Jan back to the house. Maybe I wanted to be certain she actually went home, but then I told her I’d be back later. She said she understood. I drove aimlessly with no particular destination in mind. I listed emotions I knew I should be feeling, but there was nothing. Just blank . . . confusion.

Jan said this had been going on since Maddie was small . . . Maddie was almost an adult now. That meant it had been almost our entire marriage. What would make her. . .? I could understand a certain level of curiosity, and yes, I could grasp stumbling upon images like that, but I could not wrap my head around doing it the second time. And the third. And all the times after that.

At that point, she knew what she was doing. Choosing. But why? Why would a book, or an image on a screen, why would that be more appealing than a real person? A real relationship?

She said not to assume I knew anything about her. She was alternately defiant and desperate. Searingly honest then completely closed. Professing her love while detailing her betrayal.

I felt like I was buried in the sand up to my neck as the waves crashed over me, one after another. I couldn’t breathe. And I had no idea what to do next.

I pulled into a parking lot and got the Bible from the glove box. Psalms. That’s what I needed. I needed to give a scriptural voice to everything going on inside me. I needed to order it, to make sense of it. That wasn’t what came out.

God, You saw her. Why didn’t You stop her? Kill the electricity, or the internet connection. You could have done something.

I ended up reading Psalm 55. “For it is not an enemy who reproaches me; then I could bear it. . . . But it was you . . . my companion . . . we took sweet counsel together, and walked to the house of God . . .”

My chest felt tight the whole time I was reading. The worst, the deepest wound came from the betrayal. Betrayal adds the shame of being duped to the pain of rejection. Then it stirs in anger and a desire for vengeance. I confess I felt all of those toward my wife. God help me.

 

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UNDONE Chapter 4

By Paula

(I apologize for not getting a chapter posted last week. We took my son for a college visit and ran out of time before I ran out of items on the to-do list. UNDONE has been through the editing process and is now with the interior designer. That means the finish line is in sight, which brings up the question: What to write next…?)

 

Chapter Four

Jan

Friday, September 10

I woke up at six and quickly showered and dressed. Today was Friday, which meant Maddie had a football game. It would be very hard to avoid David and his mother and Neil. However, facing them would be easy compared to seeing Maddie. I could only imagine what David told her, what she must think. I wanted to reassure her that it wasn’t as bad as her father made it out to be. I’m not sure she would believe me over him.

In some ways, I am jealous of their relationship. He is gentle, soft with her. He reassures her, supports her, and encourages her, whether it’s in her schoolwork, or band or boys. The way David treats our daughter proves he can nurture and shelter. Deeper than that, it made me hunger for something I never had. A dad who loved me.

My father was no saint, that much was certain. By the time I was twelve or thirteen, I had figured out that he loved work, and beer, and golf and almost everything else more than he loved us. So I took his place. Not literally, but I made sure Scott had someone to play catch with. I made sure there were pictures of Lynette’s recitals. I checked their homework. I investigated their friends. When I was old enough to drive, I took them for ice cream.

And my mother, who never acknowledged that I filled in any gaps, seemed as bitter toward me as she was toward my father. Now my parents live on opposite coasts, four thousand miles apart. I haven’t seen my mother in fifteen years. I haven’t seen my father in twenty-seven. I think we all prefer it that way.

Scott and his family are in Oklahoma. Lynette and her husband are all the way in Pennsylvania. Alienating David and Maddie, and maybe even Grant would trim my circle down to one. I headed downstairs before thoughts of being all alone took over my imagination.

I stopped by the front desk. “I’m in 413. I think I’m going to need two or three more days.”

“Let me check,” the desk clerk said, then she frowned. “I can do tonight, but we are completely booked Saturday night. I can put you on standby for cancellations.”

“Thanks. Do that.”

I walked out to my car, lay my bag on the passenger seat and pulled out my phone. I had stuffed it in my bag after I hung up on David last night and left it there. I didn’t want to hear his pleas if he called back and I didn’t want to read any text messages from him. No one else would be calling me.

David had called almost two hours after we talked. No message though. Good. So I took a long, deep breath and called my son. He was a swimmer, and by this time of the morning he’d have already finished his laps and was probably dry. I knew better than to call him in the afternoons, but I could always catch him in the morning.

“What were your times?” I asked when he answered.

“Just over a minute for the fly and a minute five on the breast.”

“Not too shabby.”

“For high schoolers maybe, but this was just a light workout. I could shave off ten seconds if I had to. But I doubt that’s why you called.”

“Are you coming home this weekend?”

“Thinking about it. Why?”

I hated doing this over the telephone. “Your dad . . . He knows.”

There was a long silence, then he asked quietly, “What’d he say?”

“He said I had cost him his ministry.”

“A little melodramatic.”

“Maybe I have, I don’t know. I told him I wanted a divorce.”

“Also dramatic. Unless you mean it.”

“I might. We’ll see.”

“On second thought, I may have a lot to do this weekend.”

Call waiting. There’s no way I was checking it. No way. “I don’t blame you if you don’t want to come home. It’s up to you. You should know, I spent last night in a hotel.”

“Wow, that’s major. He probably thinks you’re bluffing.”

“He’s going to be surprised then.”

“How’s Maddie?”

“I haven’t talked to her.”

“She’ll be all right once she gets over the shock,” he said.

Not the most encouraging words. “Listen, I’ve got to get to work and pretend everything is fine. Have a good day.”

“Bet mine’s better than yours.”

Yes, Grant knew my secret. There was a day last summer, I don’t even remember when. Maybe it was during band camp. I know Maddie was gone and, of course, David was at the church. He and Grant had had words that morning because Grant had opted not to get a summer job and the tuition bill had come in the day before. Grant goes to Fischer College, a small, Christian college, one David handpicked, knowing exactly what the tuition would be. He stopped just short of calling Grant lazy and ungrateful.

What David never took the time to hear was how hard the first year away had been on Grant. He was homesick. The classes were difficult, the environment strict and his circle of so-called friends seemed bound to compete for the most pious. Or at least most hypocritically self-righteous. When Grant got home in May, he was depressed, burned out, questioning his faith and the faith of everyone around him. He needed time and space to heal, and seizing that opportunity last summer was the only thing that enabled him to go back to Fischer.

That morning, I had told Grant I was going to pay some bills. I never heard him on the stairs. I never realized he was in the room, until he cleared his throat. There were no believable lies to concoct, so I stuttered through an apology.

“I don’t care,” he said with a shrug. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“I’m not sure everyone would agree with you.”

“Everyone won’t hear it from me.” He slipped out of the room without ever saying why he came upstairs, and we left it there.

When Grant hung up, it was tempting to drop my phone in my bag and ignore the missed call, especially since I suspected it was David, but curiosity got the best of me. The call was not from David after all. It was from Donna.

I knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t give up, so I swallowed two or three times so I could talk, and I called her back. “I would like to meet you for lunch,” she said. “Is that possible?”

I could easily say no, but that would be prolonging the inevitable. “I need to double-check my schedule. If you could, give me the freedom to cancel later.”

“Oh, of course. I’ll meet you at that deli, what is it? Strohm’s? Close to your office there.”

“About twelve fifteen should work.” I started to hang up, but she stopped me.

“Jan, Neil and I love you very much. That hasn’t changed. We won’t abandon you.”

And I burst into tears.

 

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UNDONE Chapter Three

By Paula

I’m glad to be back online! We made some very necessary security upgrades on my website, which unleashed a host of web gremlins. We vanquished the last of them (I hope!) this morning, but if they kept you from seeing Wednesday’s  post on an old hymn, Like a River Glorious or Thursday’s post on our mission as believers and reconnecting with it, I’d love for you to check them out. A personal note- On October 1, the church voted to call Jon as pastor. That makes me a pastor’s wife.

 

But now Chapter 3

 

I collapsed onto the bed in the hotel room. That should have signaled the emotional release. I was safe. I was removed from the immediacy of the situation. The tears should have come. But they didn’t.

I felt numb instead. Numb. Empty. Dead inside. Maybe I wanted to keep it that way. Maybe that’s why I flatly refused David’s suggestion that we find a counselor. Deadness was too familiar and the pain of feeling was far too great to risk awakening it.

Besides, there was only one counselor on earth I would even consider talking to, and he’d been dead for fifteen years. David’s father, Phil. Phil had a way about him, a gentleness that made you believe that those promises he preached about were true, especially the promises that God was good, and that He loved you.

Phil cherished his wife, Donna. I’ve seen him catch her eye across a crowded room and his smile would cause her to blush. He spoke her name softly with love in his eyes. I have never understood how God could separate them.

Once, in the early days of their marriage, Donna left him and went home to her mother. Phil drove through the night to be there when she woke up so they could work things out. My husband didn’t even ask where I was going.

I could imagine David at this very moment crying out to God about this injustice, this attack from Satan, this betrayal. He was probably poring over the Psalms, calling for God’s vengeance on his enemies, praying for a change in my heart, praying for my repentance, asking God to help me see the depths of my sin and pull me out of the darkness.

But I wasn’t an addict. I wasn’t scouring the internet right now. I didn’t need to sneak a glance at a picture to get me through the day. No. I was filling the empty spaces from a nonexistent relationship with my husband. Years ago, when he grasped the fact that I didn’t fit the traditional pastor’s wife profile, nor would I ever fit it, that was the end of us. Maybe someday I’ll write a book and call it When the Other Woman is the Bride of Christ.

We both poured the best of ourselves into our work, but he got to claim the high ground because he’s a minister. Then I was supposed to be so thankful for the emotional leftovers that I would be more than willing to meet all his desires. Yes, he was the desire-generator and I was the desire-meeter. That’s called a partnership.

When we met, when we first began to date, it wasn’t that way. In those days, when we talked, he hung on every word I spoke. He valued me, my input, my observations. That was one of the things I loved about him, that he fell in love with my mind first.

I loved the fact that I could be sure he would always be good to me and treat me with dignity and respect. I knew he would never abandon me. I knew he would never divorce me. Even now he won’t. Even though I said I wanted a divorce. David just doesn’t believe in it. In fact, I don’t think he’s forgiven his brother for divorcing his first wife fifteen years ago.

And if he hasn’t forgiven Michael, there’s not a snowball’s chance he’ll forgive me.

 

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