I stood in front of the door, reflecting back on my life. I was sixty-seven years old, had been married to the love of my life, and had two wonderful children as well as five grandchildren. My life was as good as it could have ever been. My wife Maggie was a saint all through our marriage. She stayed at home and took care of the kids and the house, never a complaint came from her.

I have stood in front of this door many times in my life. Sometimes in anger, sometimes in dread. Sometimes I stand here with anxiety wondering what will happen when I come through. I just never know from one day to the next what will happen as I step through. As I stepped through the door it was eerily quiet. Then I heard the inevitable sound, "All rise. The honorable Judge Jeffrey Stone presiding."

I walked to my bench, high above the rest of the room. Looking out over the room. A man and his lawyer to one side, a woman and her lawyer to the other. The court stenographer, bailiff, and clerk were all in the room as well. "Be seated," I said as I took my seat. I looked at the case file before me and flipped it over, reading the information within. Seems the husband is seeking a divorce.

"Your honor, the case of Sullivan vs Sullivan," said the clerk.

I looked up at the people gathered. "OK, Mr. Sullivan, you are seeking a divorce on the grounds of irreconcilable differences. With the division of assets as a 50-50 split, as well as joint custody of the minor children. Is that correct?" I asked.

Mr. Sullivan leaned forward towards the mic on the table and said, "That's correct your honor."

I looked over at the opposing side. "Mr. Snyder, does your client agree to these terms?"

He stood up and said, "She does not your honor. She does not wish for a divorce and wants to seek counseling to try and reconcile to save their marriage."

I looked out over both parties, Mr. Sullivan was whispering to his lawyer. "I am inclined to agree that counseling is needed as I am all for saving any marriage if at all possible," I said.

Mr. Sullivan's lawyer stood up and said, "Your honor, we wish to withdraw the petition for divorce at this time."

"Well, I have never seen something work out quite this well, this fast. However, if that is what you wish then, the case is dismissed." I banged the gavel. I watched as the wife stood smiling, she started to walk towards her husband to hug him, but he ignored her completely and just walked out of the room. She stood there dumbfounded and started to cry. I had a feeling this was not the last I would see of these two.

I made my way back to my chambers and plopped down into my chair. On my desk sat a picture of my wife and children when they were younger. I picked it up and looked at it. They were so young and innocent. It makes me sad to see people like those two who have children having to go through something like this.

I picked up the phone and dialed the number for my daughter, it rang several times before she answered it. "Hello darling, I was just calling to see how you were doing."

"Hi Dad, I'm doing OK I guess. How about you?" she replied.

"I'm doing good, darling, but you don't sound like you are doing OK what's going on with you?" I asked.

She let out a sigh and started sobbing a bit. "Oh, Daddy, Michael and I are having problems. I think we may end up getting divorced. He has been so distant lately. Always working, never having any time. I don't know what to do."

"I'm sorry to hear that, sweetheart. Have you tried talking to him? Perhaps going to counseling. Marriage takes a lot of work, it's not something that you can just let sit idly by and hope it all works out." I told her. "Just look at your mom and me. We had plenty of ups and downs, but we never drifted too far away because we worked every day. We had communication. You need to tell him how you feel. You need to make him understand."

"I know, Dad. You and Mom were the greatest parents anyone could ever ask for. I have tried talking to him, he just doesn't seem to want to listen," she said.

"Then you make him listen. Do whatever it takes. Do not give up. Put it into a letter or an email. Whatever it takes to make him listen and understand how you feel," I told her.

"OK, Dad, I’ll try that. Thank you for listening and making me feel better. You always know how to make my day a little better. I love you, Dad," she told me.

"I love you too darling. Call me if you need anything," I said.

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A week later I stood in front of those doors again and I just had this feeling of anxiety. I felt as if this was going to be a rough day. I walked in, "All rise, the honorable Judge Jeffery Stone presiding."

I took the walk to my bench and sat, "Be seated." I looked out at the people and sure enough, they were back again. I looked at the case file flipping it open. Divorce on the ground of infidelity. Well, this just escalated pretty fast. Well, this was New York after all you can do that as long as there is proof anyway.

I looked up, "So I see we're back again. Mr. Sullivan, Divorce on the grounds of infidelity. I assume, Mr. Write that you and your client have proof of this infidelity?" I asked.

He stood up holding a thick envelope, "We do, your honor." He handed it to the bailiff who brought it to me and placed it on my bench.

I looked at Mr. Sullivan. "Why did you first attempt to divorce on grounds of irreconcilable differences then decide to drop and change to infidelity if you had all the evidence to begin with," I asked him.

"Your honor, I am not a malicious person. I did not want to let the public know what she had done. I wanted to give her a fair deal. However, since she decided she did not want to take the fair deal, I felt I had no choice but to go this way and make it public knowledge of what she had done," he said.

I looked over to Mrs. Sullivan's side of the room, "Well, counselor, what does your client have to say now?"

He stood up, "Your honor my client has her own evidence that her husband was cheating as well. She knew he had been sleeping around for some time and that was the sole reason she started having an affair to begin with. We have the evidence here." He hands the bailiff the evidence to bring to me.

"I see," I said. Grabbing the envelopes of evidence in my hand, “If you knew he was cheating why not just go for a divorce yourself? Why cheat? You do know that two wrongs do not make a right? The only ones truly getting hurt in all of this are your children. I promise you I will do whatever I deem best for their sake.”

Her lawyer stood, “Your honor, Mrs. Sullivan still loves her husband despite what he has done and does not want a divorce. She only gathered the evidence to confront him. Since he is pushing the issue she felt she had no choice but to bring forth the evidence of his own infidelity.”

I let out a sigh, “Very well, I will need some time to go over this. We will re-convene in one hour. The court is in recess." I banged the gavel and everyone filed from the room.

I walked into my chambers and tossed the envelopes on my desk. I poured myself a glass of cold water from the mini fridge and sat down to get started. The first thing that jumped out at me was the pictures, there were dozens of them. They showed Mrs. Sullivan and her lover in various stages of dress as well as various stages of coitus.

I grabbed the PI report and read over it. It seemed that the investigation lasted over a period of three months. I will never understand why any husband or wife depending on the aggrieved party would want to wait that amount of time. It just never made sense to me to put yourself through that much extra torture. The cheaters met twice a week during the evenings. Once during a "cliché" girls' night out each week and of course the obligatory working late to get stuff done.

It seemed that there was a video as well. I went to the couch and put the DVD into the player. Well, I thought nothing like watching homemade porn on the job. I hit the play button and my senses were immediately assaulted with the hairy ass of a man pounding into Mrs. Sullivan. They sounded like two animals rutting around in the wild. There was definitely no love involved in what the two of them were doing in this first clip.

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She lies on top of the bed looking up at him with hungry eyes. She wiggled her finger at him seducing him and calling him to her. “Come on, stud, come and claim your prize.”

He slowly crawled up the bed toward her. He grabbed her panties and ripped them from her. Kissing his way up her leg to her thigh. He could smell the arousal coming from her hot, moist hole. She was dripping wet and aching for him. His tongue darted out lapping at her folds, tasting the nectar that flooded out from within. 

She let out a squeal of delight, “Ohhh don’t tease me, lover. I need you so bad right now.”

He had a wicked grin on his face as he thrust his tongue deep into her over-stimulated hole pulling the juices from her. He lapped at her like a man dying from thirst. He closed his mouth over her clit and sucked as his tongue flicked over it. She arched her back and let out a loud piercing scream as she orgasmed hard. 

When she had finally come down from her high he made his way up her body he kissed her passionately. She could taste her own juices on his lips. She felt the tip of his engorged rod at her entrance begging to come into the holy land. With one thrust, he was inside and they both felt the immense pleasure that they had been longing for. He started slowly thrusting his rod in and out increasing the speed each time until he was jackhammering into her. She was screaming out her pleasure as her nails dug into his back. It felt like an eternity, but at the same time only a moment and they were both exploding in ecstasy as they collapsed on the bed holding each other close.

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When they had finished rutting around, they lay together on the bed. The man asked her, "So does your wimp husband fuck you as good as I do?"

She let out a chuckle. "Nowhere near as good as you. I mean, he's not bad. He's gentle and loving just not as good and does not give me the amount of orgasms that you do."

He laughed at that, "Maybe you should cut the cuck off for a while and he will get the picture that you need better."

"I have already cut him down to once every couple of weeks. Unless he starts whining about it of course. But lately, he hasn't even bothered to try. He has not really paid much attention to me or the brats. I have to pawn them off on his parents whenever I need to get away from the house."

I hit the stop button. I had heard more than enough of this crap. I hated cheaters, I really did. However, nothing angered me more than someone mistreating children. Especially when those children were their own.

I then took the time to look over the wife's evidence, it was no better than what hers was. At least hers was with one person, the husband was caught with about 10 different women. He could be heard on the video saying some pretty horrible things about his wife as well as the kids that just made my blood boil.

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He had pushed the door open as he kissed the blond girl. They stumbled into the room without much care as to where they were going or who was watching them. They had managed to get to the bed and the blond stopped kissing him so that she could slide her dress off. “Like, ain’t you married mister?”

“Yeah. Who cares. She's a frigid cow anyways. I could get better sex out of a corpse than I could from her,” he told the blond girl.

The girl laughed, “She that much of a dud huh? Well don't worry, I can rock your world baby.” She let the dress fall to the ground. It was clear that she had been expecting to get a little tonight from someone as she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. “Now let’s take care of this bug guy here.” The blond girl dropped to her knees and fished his cock from his pants. It was already hard and waiting. 

She licked his glans tasting the pre-cum that was oozing out. “Mmm… yummy.” She giggled. She slowly sank her mouth over his cock getting deeper and deeper. She apparently had no gag reflex as she was able to press her nose right up to his abdomen. She started to suck, twist and slobber all over his cock giving him one of the sloppiest blowjobs anyone could ever imagine. It didn’t take long before he was shooting a load deep into her throat. She managed to swallow most of it and licked up what little had escaped. 

By the time she shucked the rest of his clothes from his body, he was already hard once more. He pushed her onto the bed and without any care or concern for her plowed his cock into her and started thrusting in and out. He managed to last for about five minutes before he filled her with his white goo. She was screaming out her orgasm as she felt his cum filling her insides.

He collapsed on the bed exhausted and closed his eyes. “Hey don’t ya havta get back ta your kids or somethin?” she asked him.

“Na, my folks are watching those brats for the night. I think anyway. I don't care.”

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I made a phone call to the parents of Mr. Sullivan asking them to come into the court for the decision I was about to make. They told me they could be there in ten minutes. I sat there deliberating on what I was going to do until the hour was up.

I made my way through the doors, "All rise, the honorable Judge Jeffery Stone presiding."

I sat down in my chair. The anger inside me rolled, but I kept my professional face on at all times. That was who I was when I stepped through those doors. "You may be seated." I looked out over the room and saw the same people, as well as the parents of Mr. Sullivan sitting in the back of the room.

"I have looked over all of the evidence presented to me, and I must say I am shocked, appalled, and just plain disgusted by what I witnessed on those DVDs. I cannot at this time come to a decision, other factors must be taken in. At this time I have to think of the best interest of both children. I looked at Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan the elders, could you folks approach the bench, please? Councilors if you please. With both councilors and the grandparents before me, I asked, “Would the two of you be willing to take temporary custody of the children? I feel at this time that this would be in their best interest. I will need to have an investigation through CPS ordered.” 

“Yes your honor, I love those children. What my ungrateful son and daughter-in-law are doing to this family is disgusting and do not think the children need to be around it,” said the grandmother. The grandfather nodded his head in agreement.

“Very well, you may be seated. I feel at this time they would be best off living with the grandparents. I am giving them temporary custody and placement of both children until this whole matter can be resolved.

Both parents immediately jumped up and started to object. I banged my gavel on the desk rather hard and loud, almost snapping it in two. "I will have order in my courtroom. That is my decision and it is final. Another outburst like that and you will all be held in contempt of court. Now sit down.

"The parents shall have supervised visitations one hour a week at the grandparent's discretion and preferably at separate times. However, before that starts I wish to speak with both children myself. Can you bring them here tomorrow morning for a meeting with me?" I asked.

"That will not be a problem, your honor. We will have to pull them from school for a while but I'm sure that will be ok. They are very smart children and can catch up easily," said Mrs. Sullivan.

"Then we will see you tomorrow morning. Court is adjourned," I said banging my gavel as I rose from the bench.

I went into my chambers and sat at my desk. I looked at the picture of my wife that sat on my desk, I couldn't help but smile remembering the first time I ever laid eyes on her back in my senior year of college. Walking across the campus to a class with an armload of books and I tripped over my own feet. Books went flying everywhere. I heard giggling and I looked up, there she was, the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life. She had bent over to help me pick up my books and asked me if I was ok. I laughed at my own clumsiness and told her I was fine. I knew from that moment on we were destined to be together. It was a year later that we were married and I had just passed the bar to start practicing law. Time sure does fly by.

I looked at the photo of the whole family, my son, and his wife and kids along with my daughter with her husband and kids. My life had turned out to be pretty good all things considered. I picked up my phone and dialed my son's number. It rang several times before it was answered, a young shrill female voice answered the phone. "hello Stone res.. ress.. Stone home," said the young voice.

I couldn't help but laugh as my youngest granddaughter Abby answered the phone. "Well hello there Miss Abby. What are you doing today?" I asked her.

"Grandpa!" she squealed with delight. "I miss you, Grandpa."

"I miss you too, sweetheart. Have you been a good girl for your mom and dad?" I asked her.

"I'm always a good girl, Grandpa," she said matter of fact.

"Abigail, who's on the phone sweetheart?" I heard a female voice ask. It was Caroline, my daughter-in-law.

"It's Grandpa, Mommy," she said. "Do you wanna talk to Mommy, Grandpa?"

"Sure sweetheart," I told her.

"Ok, Grandpa. I love you," she told me.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

"Hi Dad, is everything ok?" she asked as she grabbed the phone.

"Caroline, sweetheart. Everything's just fine. I was just calling to check in and see how everything is going. How are you and the kids? What is George up to? It has been a while since he has called me," I said to her.

"I am doing good Dad. Just got a promotion at work. The girls are both doing great. Abby just started kindergarten and Sophie has moved on to the first grade. George has been really busy at the firm. Dad, you would be so proud, I shouldn't tell you. He wants it to be a surprise, but he is about to be named partner," she said.

"That is wonderful, sweetheart. Don't worry I won't say anything and will act surprised when he tells me," I chuckled.

"Thanks, Dad. I'm sure he would love that."

"Well sweetheart I am still at the office, so I should get headed for home now I will talk to you later. Give the kids kisses for me," I said.

"I will, Dad. Have a good night," she replied.

I hung up the phone, leaned back in my chair, and let out a big sigh as I stretched my arms above my head and got ready to head home for the night.

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I was in my office the next morning when there was a knock on my door. The bailiff opened the door, "The Sullivan children are here with the grandparents, your honor."

"Ah yes let them in, please," I told him.

Both the children and the grandparents walked into the room. The children were quiet and seemed to be shy and reserved. I put a smile on my face as they looked over at me. "Hello and welcome. Please come in and have a seat on the couch here and let's talk for a bit."

"It's ok kids. The judge just wants to talk to you guys for a little bit," said their grandmother.

I pointed to the lady sitting beside me, “This is Miss Jeffries, she is from Child Protective Services she is merely here to observe. She will be conducting the investigation into the parents and the home.” 

The kids made their way to the couch and sat in the middle with the grandparents sitting on either side of them. "Hello. You must be Mikala and William," I said to them.

They both nodded their heads. "Yes sir, your honor," said Mikala who was the oldest at ten.

"Please just call me Jeff, no need for your honor or any of that stuff in here. So Tell me, kids, are you guys having fun with grandma and grandpa? Do you like staying with them?" I asked.

They nodded their heads, "Yes sir, Grandma makes us cookies," said William with a smile.

I chuckled, "That's good. My grandma used to make me cookies all the time too. Tell ya what kids why don't you guys go with the officer for a minute I want to talk to your grandparents in private then I'll bring you each back in so we can chat. Would you like that?" I asked them.

They both nodded and said, "OK."

I waited for the bailiff to take the children out to the hall. "Mr. And Mrs. Sullivan, the reason I gave you temporary custody of the children is based on some things I have witnessed and heard on the evidence of your daughter-in-law as well as your son’s adultery. It does not look good for either one of them right now as far as the well-being of the children is concerned. Their well-being must take priority over everything else."

Mrs. Sullivan was shaking her head, "You are right Jeff. I honestly don't know where we went wrong raising our son," she said letting out a sob.

I handed her a box of tissues from my desk. "None of this is your fault. Tell me how often before this did the children spend with you? How much did they ask you to babysit the kids?"

"The sad truth is, we had the kids more than their own parents. We had a much bigger part in raising them. They would spend most of the time when they were not working, off gallivanting around the town somewhere. Sometimes with each other, sometimes with someone else," said Mrs. Sullivan.

"I see. Could you both wait out in the hall for me I'd like to talk to the children for a bit. Could you please send William in for me first?" I asked.

"Of course," said Mrs. Sullivan as they stood and made their way to the door.

Seconds later little William came walking through the door. I looked over at him and smiled, "Hello William. Please come sit. I would like to talk to you a little bit about your mom and dad if that's ok."

He nodded his head and came over to sit on the couch. "Am I in trouble? Is that why mommy and daddy are fighting all the time?" he asked me.

The poor child is only eight years old and has to bear the burden of parents like this, thinking it is all his fault. I let out a sigh, "No, William, you are not in trouble. None of this is your fault. Do you see Mommy and Daddy fight a lot?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "Yes sir, all the time. It scares me a lot. I try to tell them I'm scared but they just yell at me to be quiet and watch TV."

"I see. And does your mom or dad ever spend any time with you? Playing games or reading to you before bed? How about at suppertime, do you all sit together and eat like a family should?" I asked him.

"No, sir, they always tell me to just go to bed. It's usually my sister who helps me get ready and tucks me in at night. She is the one I spend most of the time playing with, or with grandma and pops when we are with them," he told me.

I let out a sigh, "OK, William, why don't you go out into the hall with your grandparents and have your sister come in for a few minutes, please? Thank you for taking the time to come talk to me."

The boy stood up and smiled at me and shook my hand. That surprised me coming from an eight-year-old boy. "You're welcome sir and thank you for helping my family." I was speechless at the manners this young child had, I knew right away it had to be the grandparents' doing. I looked over at Miss Jeffries, she was shaking her head with a look of pity on her face.

Seconds later Mikala walked in and sat down in front of me. "Hello, Milkala. I just want to ask you a few questions then you can go home with your grandparents, will that be ok?" I asked her.

"Yes sir," she said.

"Do you like living with your grandparents, Mikala?" I asked her.

"Yes, very much. Grandma lets me help her make cookies, and Grandpa is always helping me with my schoolwork," she said.

"That's nice. That's what good grandparents should do. Does your mom and dad ever do any of that kind of stuff with you?" I asked her.

She looked so sad as I asked her about that. "No sir, they are always too busy. They are fighting with each other all the time or not at home. Sometimes when I ask for help they call me bad names and tell me to go away," she said with tears coming to her eyes.

My heart started to ache for the poor child. I knew then and there what needed to be done. "OK sweetheart we don't need to talk about this anymore. Why don't you go back outside, I’ll call your grandparents back in a moment.."

"OK, thank you, sir," she said as she stood and headed out the door.

I turned to Miss Jeffries, “I am not liking this more and more. These parents do not deserve these children. I am looking at the possibility of permanent placement with the grandparents. At least until the parents can attempt the get their acts together. Let me know what else you find out.” She just nodded her head. She looked rather upset and I don't think she dared to talk at the moment. I pressed the button to have the bailiff call in the grandparents once more. 

Seconds later the grandparents walked in and sat in front of me. "Well it is plain to see that neither child likes or wants to be at home with their parents and I'm inclined to not let either parent have them at this point. For now, they will stay with you until further notice. Court will readjourn soon and we will see what we can do then." I thanked them for bringing the children in and walked them out.

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I picked up my phone on the desk dialed the number for my son's home and listened to it ring a couple of times before it was picked up. A male voice answered, "Hello Stone residence."

"George, son it's good to finally catch you at home," I said to him.

"Hey, Dad. Yeah, I'm sorry. I've been really busy the last few weeks. Caroline and Abby both told me you called the other day," he laughed. "Abby wouldn't stop talking about it in fact."

I let out a chuckle. "Such a sweet girl. I do miss her and little Jo too. You know your mother's birthday is coming up soon. You are going to come, aren't you? You and your sister both."

"Of course Dad. I already talked to Sarah about it. We wouldn't miss it for anything. We will both be up for the weekend," he told me.

"Good, I look forward to seeing you then. Give my grandbabies kisses and hugs for me and I'll talk to you later."

"Bye Dad," he said as we both hung up the phone.

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Once again I walked through those doors to hear, "All rise. The honorable Jeffery Stone residing."

I sat down and looked out over the people in the court. Two Lawyers, who could care less about anything but the money they were being paid to do their job. Two people that once loved and cherished each other and now sat as far from each other as possible, despised each other even. It was a sad world that we lived in.

"After reviewing all evidence and talking to the children I have come to a decision. As far as the marriage is concerned, most judges would call for counseling to try and work things out. However, from the evidence and testimony of some that I have talked with and your own attitudes, I find that it would not be prudent. I would much rather keep both of you as far away from each other as I can. Therefore I am granting the dissolution of this marriage and also issuing a restraining order to the both of you not be within 500 feet of one another."

"As far as alimony is concerned Mr. Sullivan makes far more than his wife. Mr. Sullivan, I hereby order you to pay the sum of 2300 a month..."

"Yes... Eat it, asshole!" Mrs. Sullivan shouted out.

I banged my gavel glaring at her, "I will have order in this court Mrs. Sullivan or you will be held in contempt."

She quickly settled down looking smugly at her husband.

"As I was saying, 2300 in total Mr. Sullivan. 1300 of which will be for child support, and 1000 in alimony. The child support shall continue until each child has reached the age of eighteen, then being reduced to 650 a month when the oldest becomes of age and ending when the youngest comes of age. The age is twenty-one. The alimony will be paid for two years or until Mrs. Sullivan remarries."

Mrs. Sullivan let out a loud shock, "My money..."

I looked over at her." And as for YOU... Mrs. Sullivan is hereby ordered to pay child support as well, though due to your lower income, your amount will be 600 a month. The same reductions and durations of the age of the children." I gave her a hard glare. "I do not tolerate gold diggers in my courtroom, Mrs. Sullivan. I play by the rules of this state. I will not allow you to bilk your husband for a fortune, especially when you are no better than he is."

"To be honest, you would be doing me, your family, and the entire city a favor if you both moved away. However, I cannot make you do that. I have never in all my years on this bench seen a more disgusting and despicable pair of people than with the two of you."

"Now, as far as the children are concerned, they will remain in temporary custody of the grandparents. You are both ordered to attend six weeks of parenting classes. Once finished we will reevaluate the situation with your children. Should you not bother to attend any classes then permanent custody will be granted to the grandparents and visitation will be limited to one hour per month with supervision. This case is adjourned" I banged my gavel and looked out at the people in the room. The look of shock on the faces of both parties at the words I had just spoken, was almost comical. Not one of them dared speak out about it and they finally made their way out of the court.

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The weekend had come, and my kids and grandkids were coming home to celebrate their mother's birthday. I stopped off at the local florist on the way to pick up a bouquet of lilies and baby breath. They were Maggie's favorites. As I stood in the line to pay for the flowers I looked back on my life and smiled. I had a wonderful life. Full and rich with love and laughter. I had two wonderful children and five grandchildren that I loved more than anything in the world. I had a wife that I faithfully loved and faithfully loved me for many years.

I met up with the kids outside and we left to go see their mother. It wasn't long before we got there. I slowly made my way up to my loving wife, "Hello my darling, oh how I missed you." I knelt down by the stone in the ground that read 'Maggie Stone Loving wife, Mother and Grandmother. Gone too soon.' I wiped the tears from my eyes as I placed the flowers down on her grave. Cancer is a horrible thing, something that with all my powers I just couldn't fight and win against on her behalf, no matter how much I wanted to.

The children came up both leaving flowers for their mother. Wrapping their arms around me on either side and pulling me close to them. "Happy birthday Mom." they both said. After a few minutes of sitting there in silence, we went back to my home and we had dinner together and reminisced about all the old times when they were younger.

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Epilogue

I stayed on the bench for a few more years. Had a lot more divorces. Managed to even save some marriages. Ended some others. I finally retired and moved to a smaller house closer to my children so that I could spend more time with my grandchildren and just be with my family for the remainder of my years.

As for the Sullivans, well, the parents never did finish parenting classes. The mother, as far as I know, ran off with some guy and never came back. As for the father, he is still around but rarely ever sees his children. I gave permanent custody to the grandparents. Both kids grew to be well-balanced respectful adults. They both married and had children of their own that they raised the way their grandparents had taught them to. In the end, everything worked out just fine for the Sullivan children.

You’re probably wondering about the trouble my daughter was having with her husband. Well in the end she managed to get him to sit down and talk. The big problem was their lack of communication. They both took some time off from work and took a long vacation. Things are much better for them now and all is right in our family.