My Synopsis, Part 1
Boy, Did SHE Play ME- Well, I Have News For HER-That B$%@H!
I am John Wysocki. I am in the process of getting a divorce from Grace, my wife of 18 years. I realized that this marriage was a total sham from the git go. Grace in all actuality never loved me but merely tolerated me. Hell, I never realized this! What do you mean I knew what I was doing? Man, I saw this beautiful woman and just said wow!
Look, you are a man of the world. You have been around the block a few times. You knew better. You just was interested in the mere physical attributes of a woman instead of her integrity and character. You knew from the beginning that she did not have any substance. You are lured and you fell for it hook, line, and sinker, man! You were duped and big time!
Oh sure. Well, actually I was not. When I first saw Grace 19 years ago, I knew that she was totally out of my league so to speak. She was an extremely beautiful and classy woman. In other words- a total vision! Even Grace Kelly paled in comparison to her!
Let's say that on a scale from one to ten, Grace could be classified in the millions lookwise. She was extremely tall and slender with alabaster ivory skin with no pink undertones, a chiselled nose, crystallized icy blue eyes, and light platinum blonde hair. She was a total stunner. When I first met her, she was a model for some international magazine.
I remember the first time I saw Grace. I was at a bar in New York's Greenwich Village. I saw her coming into the bar with some guy. This guy by his mannerisms appeared to be a total !@#$%#! who believed that everyone else was a piece of crap so to speak. I heard this guy talking about either searching for the perfect surf or ski slope. This guy even bragged that he did not need to worry about funds as his parents were loaded.
This guy was rich- old money rich. Upon information, he was descended from a prominent Boston family on his paternal side and an extremely South Carolinian family which included two judges on his maternal side. Yeah, he was rich and was not above flaunting it to the rest of us so-called hoi polloi as he would love to gloat!
To complete his pedigree, he even attended Yale, majoring in the humanities. Well, he never had to worry about finding a job. He never worked after graduation. He lived off his parents' money. He lived the life of leisure. If he wanted to work, all he had to do was use his connections and 1-2-3-, he would get the job without going any type of interview.
I looked over at this totally hot blonde lady while savoring my vodka on the rocks. This guy actually glared at me. Our eyes were locked in a contest of wills- and I was not about to lose! I knew this! My reputation with women-was, well, use your imagination. In other words, I was no boy but a MAN in EVERY sense of the word, especially, physically, oh yeah!
Ready, set, go! This guy and I had a staring match. He did not flinch and I did the same! Grace did not know what to think! She bade him to leave it alone! This guy became scared, wanting to leave the bar! She actually forbade it, telling him to stay. He become highly agitated, stating that he did not want to be involved in some altercation. He told her that they were going to leave the bar together and that was that!
Even though Grace insisted on remaining at the bar, he hurriedly grabbed their stuff and her, making a quick exit. As she was being escorted out of the bar, she looked quite askance at me and smiled. He noticed it and started to walk back to the barroom. He asked me if I had a problem. I simply smiled and walked away from the #$%#!&*!$%& !
Of course, pretty boy did not appreciate being disrespected- not one bit! He then grabbed and started to punch me. However, before he made the first punch, I caught him in a headlock and wrestled him to the floor, pinning him down. He started to frantically escape my grip but to no avail. He was pinned!
Everyone circled us. The bartender told me to let go of him. Pretty boy was screaming at the top of his lungs. As I let him go, he abruptly ran out of the bar. However, Grace returned to the bar. She boldly made my acquaintance, introducing herself as Grace Margaret Kautt. She further mentioned that she had never met a man like me in her life. I asked her where was her boyfriend. She chose not to respond to my question but merely brushed me off. She explained that he was only a mere acquaintance, that's all.
However, it was discovered that Grace was actually engaged to be married to pretty boy. Her parents, Hans Jurgen and Karlotte Kautt, and his have been friends for a long time due to business associations. They have known each other from childhood through the various country clubs and associates their respective parents belonged to. I do not have to tell you how the wealthy and influential operate! It is totally inhouse!
Well, during their respective college careers, they decided to date and subsequently become engaged. Of course, their respective parents, especially the fathers, were totally related. According to them, their children's engagement was a match made in heaven.
You see the Kautts were as you might call newly rich and nothing pleased them more than to have Grace be engaged to a scion of a prominent family. To the Kautts, this family was akin to American royalty and they wanted the very best for her daughter. You see, she was their princess and she deserved no less than the best in their eyes!.
Even though Grace was engaged to pretty boy, it was not love. Their relationship if you could call it was strictly for convenience. She viewed him more of a companion and a showpiece to her friends, family, and other associates than a lover. She went through the engagement to please her parents. Her parents believed that at this stage of her life, it was time for her to settle down with a respectable man and to eventually have a family.
Grace really was not interested in a committed relationship during that period in her life. She was in her mid-20s and wanted to have some fun in her life. At the time, she had recently moved to the West Village from her parents' home in Scarsdale. She wanted her own apartment because she wanted to pursue modeling and to establish her own, independent life.
The Kautts were of the belief that a young single woman should live with her parents until she was married. According to them, only young women with "tarnished' and/or "disreputable" reputations would want to have their own apartments. They reason why would a respectable young woman would even want and/or desire to live on her own with all the dangers in the world. She would be much safer living under her parents' roof.
However, Grace wanted none of this. She wanted to live on her own as soon as she graduated from college. However, her first postcollege job did not afford the luxury of having her own apartment. Well, not the apartment she wanted. The only apartment she could afford with her first postcollege salary was some run down apartment on the Lower East Side, somewhere near Canal Street. She definitely was uninterested in the apartment, given the reputation of the neighborhood.
Grace was brought up in luxury and wanted to continue to live in that fashion. Well, that is good. However, most of us struggle when we start out on our own but she would have none of us. So she endured living with her parents until she found a job and an apartment which would suit her comfort level. She was clearly unhappy living with her parents with their punctiliously strict rules. Even though she was in her 20s and a full adult, her parents still treated her if she was an underaged teenager. She did not like this one bit and clearly wanted to get out from under their roof...............
© 2012 Grace Marguerite Williams
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