My Second Wife and Her Mother: The Love of My Life

By FRACTOMAN

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fter a period of time, William and Dora were married, and the newlyweds began a new life together. But there was trouble brewing, and it didn't take long for William to discover that everything he thought he knew was, in fact, a lie. In My Second Wife and Her Mother, William writes the true story about his marriage and the reason for its

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stratton Press
• Release date: Aug 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9781648955167

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Preface

This document is a true and accurate memoir about a man meeting an ill woman for the first time. They eventually got their lives together and were married as a couple. Then she became his second wife thereafter. He rescues her from a dilemma, and this man was a guardian angel who set her free from disarray.

Her name is Dora, and it was her last time working as a nail technician in a beauty salon. After getting his hair cut, he looks around in the barbershop area, making his way outside of the building. He was talking with some friends, and a spiritual message speaks to him, and it said, Your wife is working in the back. He was not aware of her being inside.

All character names are modified from their original versions. People’s innocence are being protected for specific reasons, and none of them are recognizable by those curious minds. Everyone’s information will not be compromised by viewing audiences who seek to gain some prestige. They are not going to be undermined for the apprehension of materials because my lips are sealed. Any further inquiries about these characters can only be pursued through proper channels.

There are more than 66,000-plus some words contained in this book, and I began writing it on July 1, 2006. The completion date was done on January 1, 2011.

Chapter 1

Getting a Haircut 2006

On Wednesday, May 31, I decided to go and get a haircut. By the time I arrived at the barbershop, it was 11:00 a.m. After getting there, I was feeling a bit weird about being the first person to get in the barber’s chair because most of the time I would be waiting in a line behind other customers.

I hung my jacket and cap up on the coat rack by the door. It looked like the chair was waiting on me. After I sat down, the barber put a protective hair cover over me, and it wasn’t long before he was giving me a mirror to inspect his work. He was standing and waiting for my response. I was in and out of the barber’s chair in a short while. It was no more than forty minutes before he had finished. I said to him, You have done a good job, and thank you very much.

I got up and paid him his money. I knew after he finished cutting my hair that I was looking good for my goddaughter who lives in Raleigh, North Carolina. My grooming that day was for me to visit her. The next week, I realized that I had gone too soon, and I would be going back within two weeks because it had grown back out by that time. I was set and ready to leave, but it must have been meant for me to go back another day. I went ahead and got it recut prior to my boarding on June 23.

After being at the barbershop that day, a strange thing happened to me, and others want to hear about those fascinating incidents. When I left home that morning, I had no other plans on my mind except to get that haircut. When he finished, I went outside, waiting in front of the shop, looking around. It was a lovely day to be outside, and it was exciting to have a spiritual moment that grabbed my attention, so I didn’t leave right away. I was mesmerized by the spirit for a moment. Nothing of this nature or magnitude usually happens to me in such a manner. Nothing would come my way for the most part, and this was a captivating moment that I had experienced, and I will never forget it for the rest of my life.

Most of the times, I’m generally on top of my surroundings. Because of that episode, it is the reason why I’m writing a book. It is a true story that I can’t believe how much I was not paying attention to women in my presence getting work done on their nails. I must have assumed that no other people were inside the barbershop except for the two barbers and me. Neither one of them said anything about women being inside. Terry is the own, and he is a married man who shouldn’t have had any interest in another women.

The other barber, Troy, is the person who was working with Terry, and he is a single man like me who may have had some interest in one of those women. One of them was working in the beauty salon as a nail technician, and I lived alone in a marvelous home, and I wanted to meet a nice-looking lady. Both of those guys let me walk outside without saying one word to me.

Shortly after Terry finished cutting my hair, I did the usual thing that I had always done in the past. I looked around inside the barbershop, and I didn’t see anybody else who was present. I walked outside to observe people as they were walking up and down that street. While I was out there taking a survey, the other two barbers came outside to join me in a bit of conversation. When they came outside, we were doing the usual things that most men would normal do when they come together. We were talking and shooting the breeze along with some bull crap. In other words, we were just passing time away. When men are standing around in such a manner, the time tends to pass a lot faster. At that moment, there were no other customers in the barbershop preventing us from talking. We had been out there for at least thirty minutes.

After we had finished talking for a few minutes, I was in the process of going back home. After I stood there for a few minutes, a spiritual message confirmed their presence. The women were sitting around running their mouths in the beauty salon area just like we were on the outside. They never spoke one word loud enough to draw my attention, and they could have been talking some lady talk like we were doing. Most definitely, we were outside talking about some women as we stood chatting away with more of the same talk coming forth.

After talking for about thirty-five minutes, I still wasn’t aware of their presence inside the beauty salon. One of the three women who was getting her nails done by the technician, Dora, she was sitting directly in front of her. The other lady who was sitting on the sideline must have been waiting to be next in line for getting her nails done.

In the meantime, Terry, Tony, and I were still carrying on our conversation. Both of these guys were very nice people to dialogue with as friends and to communicate on a regular basis. They were down-to-earth kind of guys. Terry is a curly haired man with a golden brown complexion who has some freckles in his face, and Tony is a person with brown complexion with hair braids.

I had no idea that my friend Terry had hired a lady nail technician to work in his beauty salon. She had been working there for more than a year, and he knew that she was working in the back. I wasn’t angry or upset with him for not sharing that information. What he had done was another part of my mystery story.

Terry is my hometown friend, and we grew up as playmates. He had never kept me in the dark before about anything like he had done with this woman. The book is based on me meeting the technician, Dora, who was working in the beauty salon of his barbershop. As a matter of fact, I was not looking to meet another woman that day anyway.

Meeting My Future Wife

While we kept standing outside in front of the barbershop, a spiritual message came to me again and again. It said to me, Your wife is working inside the barbershop in the back area of the building. I said to myself, No, she is not in there because I just came from out of there. At the same time, she was sitting at a desk inside working as a nail technician in a chair, grooming and manicuring customers’ nails. This job was her main source of working income.

When I eventually laid eyes on her, I could clearly see that she was a working beauty queen inside her own beauty salon. She looked very much to me like my first ex-wife, and they could have easily passed for twins. The only things different about them that I could see were their born years.

I fell in love with her from the first day I laid eyes on her. She was dressed uniquely and appropriately like a professional woman. It didn’t take much effort on her behalf to get my undivided attention with her generous appealing looks that she possessed. For me to meet a woman of her caliber, it truly was totally a surprise and a shocking thing. I love her manifested attraction that was gleaming from her eyes. She had a smile with a charming face that was out of this world. She knew she was a sick woman living in a rage that I had no direction, and it didn’t keep her from sorting out those exciting vibes that got me. She had a vibrating blaze that beamed outward all over my body and soul. I could feel her strong vibes as she looked at me with such a polite smile.

Once we had met, it was on with me all the way to the altar. Anyone could see that she was a beauty queen. Seeing her was truly a believable moment. That is probably the reason why I was sucked into her web, and I couldn’t get out. She held me in there with that charming look, and she knew that much about me from the beginning.

Her mother was just as charming, but in a much different way than her daughter. The two of them are some real team characters and partners at what they did best together as a mother and daughter. My readers will be shocked to learn more about what they actually did to my life. This story will dramatically change as one keeps reading, and I have considered myself to be a very lucky man from the two of them in the end.

It never occurred to me that I would be meeting my second wife, Dora T. Summers. My friend Terry let me down something terrible as hometown friends, ex-coworkers on another job, and I supported his business for many years. He should have said something about this lady long before that day came along. It would have been nice if he had said that some women were in the back of his barbershop. If the spirit had not been coming in my favor that day, I wouldn’t have overcome what he was putting down toward me.

I also looked at what was his problem prior to that mystery day. He had a problem with me that I cannot explain. The only thing that I can say for such an act is that he didn’t want me to meet that woman. Some five years later with me confronting him about such an act, he finally admitted that he was saving her for himself, but at the same time, he was already a married man. I had been a loyal friend and customer who supported his business for years.

Something had been telling me that Terry was saving this beautiful queen-looking woman for him. After five more minutes of talking, it came back again, and the spirit said, She is working in the back of the barbershop. Again I said to myself, I should go inside to see for myself. As we kept talking with my back facing the doorway windowpane, I said again to the spirit, No, my future wife is not working inside that barbershop. I said, There is no one in there to the spirit. Again I said to myself, I don’t believe anyone is working inside of the barbershop. I said to myself, I just came out of there again, and no one is presently in the barbershop.

I was fighting real hard against what the spirit was telling me in daylight hours. It was difficult for me to believe what was happening in broad open daylight. I said again, This can’t be happening to me, what is going on in my head? I kept on talking with those guys despite of what was happening at same time. Nothing has ever happened in this manner like that before to me.

Right about now, the time was 12:15 p.m. I was getting short on patience, and I still didn’t want to believe what the spirit was telling me. I turned and walked away.

The spirit at this time was convincing me, and it kept coming back again and again repeatedly, and it said this time to go put your head against the door windowpane, and then you will see her in the back of the barbershop for yourself. Nothing of this nature that I can recall has ever happened like this before, and I didn’t want to believe what the spirit was saying to me.

The last time it came back, I decided to follow the orders of what it was telling me. I turned around from looking down the street while I was talking to my friends. I walked up to the windowpane in the front doorway and placed my head against it. Then that was when I could see a lady sitting at a desk chair with her left side facing the main entry to the barbershop. At that point, I was convinced that she was working inside the barbershop with two customers in front of her.

When I walked up to the door windowpane and looked inside with my head placed against it, I could clearly see who the spirit was referring to. I didn’t have to ask any questions about who the spirit was talking about. I knew then that it was referring to the lady sitting down with her left side facing the door. She was the one the spirit had picked out for me. There were two other women sitting inside with her.

Before I decided to go inside and meet this lady, I turned back around to Terry and Troy, and I asked both of them, speaking up in a much louder voice, Who is that lady sitting in the back of the barbershop?

They both knew exactly who I was talking about, and Troy spoke up much louder than Terry. Then they both said almost at the same time, That’s Dora. Troy began to talk up more about her than Terry. He said, Oh, she is just doing some nails back there for some of her clients. Terry agreed with Troy on what he had said about her. He said, Oh yes, that is Dora back there. When Terry said that was her, his voice was in a softer tone of voice, as though he spoke like he didn’t want me to meet her.

At an instant moment, I thought to myself, That is Dora back there. Is she my future wife? I spoke up to Terry and Troy, and I said, Well, let me go inside and talk to Dora for a few minutes. I didn’t say anything to neither one of them about what the spirit had said to me prior to my going inside to meeting her. I walked ahead going inside the barbershop and did my own thing looking at her. Before I went inside, Troy reassured me by saying, Oh yes, that is Dora back there.

A few seconds later, I said to both of them again, Well, let me go ahead and get in there to have a little talk with Dora.

Then Troy came back with some more information and said, Go ahead in there and talk to her because she is not seeing anybody right now anyway.

I said, That is real nice. Let me see what I can do. The two of them knew that much about her because they had been working together in the same area for quite some time. Then I said, Okay, I’m going to go in there right now and talk to her for a few minutes.

That is when Terry said to me, If you can pull that lady, you really got yourself something.

I then said, Okay, thank you very much. I’m going to see what I can do about getting her telephone number, and I will let you know when I get back. I began to walk inside through the barbershop door and headed toward the back in the beauty salon area with my eyes glued directly on Dora. I was taking my precious time as I walked slowly toward that foxy-looking lady because I wanted to see her real good as I was closing the gap on getting closer and closer to her. I wanted my eyes to soak up the sight of beauty as to what they were seeing just prior to her realizing that I was approaching her work area.

I kept walking slowly enough so she wouldn’t realize that I was coming up on her until I was right there on her. I felt like my eyes were glowing like a hundred-carat diamond ring with the sun shining on it. I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing at that moment. She looked so charming and innocent. It was a miracle that had happened right before my eyes. It was an amazing feeling that anyone would want to experience on the spur of the moment. It felt pretty much like the same way when I had met my first wife, and we got married. It was a sight to see.

As I kept getting closer to Dora, I couldn’t help but to keep saying to myself, Is she my future wife? I just knew such a fascinating thing couldn’t be that true, but I said I will pursue her anyway to see if there is anything to this matter. I said to myself, This is too good to be true against all odds.

As I was getting closer to them, I couldn’t help but to notice that there were two other ladies sitting around a small table in front of Dora, and one of them was sitting in a chair to her left side. She must have been the next person waiting in line to get her nails done. That lady was watching me as I was approaching their area. She looked up at me as I was walking toward Dora.

When I made my way in their area, the first thing that came out of my mouth was Hello, how are you? And what is your name? I must have been very rude to speak only to Dora and not to all of them at the same time. I have heard of people being like that toward others, but it was not my intention to do it the way as I had done it to those ladies.

She said, Hi, my name is Dora.

Then I said, That is a nice name. With Dora being my future chosen wife by the spirit of God, I just knew exactly from that moment I