Still Standing

by Nicole S. Rouse

Genres: African American; African American Christian

Synopsis

Renee Thomas wakes up one Monday morning longing for change. For years she's been a faithful wife, supportive mother, and successful hotel executive, but recent events have taken her over the edge.?After thirty-five years of marriage, she has learned that her husband, Jerome, fathered a child with another woman. Before Renee can fully accept what happened, Jerome hints that his 16-year-old love child wants to live with them. In addition to her troubles at home, a power struggle with a new executive threatens her job security, and a longtime friend confesses his undying love. Afraid she's heading for a breakdown, Renee desperately struggles to get a handle on her life.?On that same day, Jerome Thomas wakes up thanking God. Renee was his high school sweetheart, and though he's given her plenty of reasons to end the marriage—bouts with alcohol, a long-term affair, and conceiving a child out of wedlock—she fought for their love. Knowing he doesn't deserve Renee or the life God has given him, Jerome plans a special romantic weekend for his wife, unaware that his marriage is on the brink of divorce.?As Renee and Jerome struggle through a turning point in their lives, an unfortunate accident ends the life of a loved one. Now faced with their toughest challenge, will Renee and Jerome give up on God and the life they built together, or will they firmly stand on God's promises and trust in the plans He has for their future?

Release date: April 24, 2012

Publisher: Urban Christian

Print pages: 331

Sample

Without saying good-night to her family, Renee limped barefoot up the stairs and down the dimly lit hallway leading to her bedroom. It had been a long day. She’d been up since 7:00 A.M., finishing a last-minute budget analysis for the newly appointed CEO of the hotel chain she worked for. By 9:45 A.M., Renee had wrapped up the analysis, eaten a light breakfast, showered, and dressed for church. On most Sundays, she’d come home from church and prepare a large dinner for her family, a family that typically included her husband, two sons, one daughter-in-law, and three grandchildren. Sometimes, her oldest son and his wife would be in attendance. That all changed the day she discovered her husband, Jerome, had fathered a child with another woman.

The bottoms of the three-inch heels in Renee’s hand rubbed against the white-painted door as she entered the bedroom, leaving a noticeable smudge, and she cringed. Renee tried to remove the marks, but her attempts only caused them to smear, so she gave up. She’d have to try again later, when her feet didn’t hurt and she wasn’t so tired.

On the way to her walk-in closet, Renee turned on the oblong African lamp by the vanity and then placed her shoes on the rack behind the closet door. As she walked back to the vanity, she unzipped the side of her sleeveless linen dress. Standing in front of the mirror, Renee wanted to cry. The small bags under her eyes and the faded makeup made her look and feel ten years older. The neatly pressed, spotless dress she put on this morning was now full of wrinkles and juice stains, compliments of her grandson. Jerome had decided to treat the family to dinner at a fancy downtown Chicago restaurant. As if that wasn’t enough, he also suggested they walk through Grant Park and along Lake Shore Drive. The idea was great, but sightseeing in the midst of an August heat wave was not the way she wanted to spend a Sunday evening. Nor did she want to spend time with Joi, Jerome’s sixteen-year-old daughter.

Renee removed her sterling-silver earrings and took a deep breath. “Why does life have to be so difficult?” she whispered as she stared at her reflection. She sat the earrings on the table and accidentally tapped a framed five-by-seven family photograph. In the picture, Renee sat on a hidden wooden stool surrounded by her husband and her three sons. She picked up the picture and stared at the bright smiles on all their faces. Renee was proud of her children.

Reggie, her firstborn, wasn’t the easiest child to raise. He hadn’t liked school or following rules, so he surprised everyone when he graduated from Northwestern with a degree in sports medicine. And much like his parents, Reggie married his childhood sweetheart. The middle son, Jerome, Junior, or Junior, who was inquisitive from birth, was now an award-winning sports journalist. Though Junior married before he was ready, he was a loving husband and father to Renee’s three grandchildren. Joshua was Renee’s youngest child, and the only son actually born in Chicago. He resembled Jerome in many ways but had Renee’s business sense. He was unlike any child she’d ever known. At the age of fourteen, Joshua developed a plan for his life, and he was determined to reach his goals. In many ways, he was a prime example of what one could do if one set one’s mind to it. Joshua was entering his senior year of high school in a few weeks, and he’d already secured a summer internship in the accounting department at the electric company. His dream was to own a Fortune 500 company or work at one as the chief financial officer. There was no doubt in Renee’s mind that his dreams would come true.

A faint smile spread across Renee’s face. Joshua was her baby. He was conceived after she’d forgiven Jerome for his affair, and after the family relocated to the Windy City, many miles from their Philadelphia hometown and far away from Taylor, Jerome’s former lover.

But not even the distance could keep Taylor out of Renee and Jerome’s life. Jerome conceived a child with Taylor just a few months before he conceived a child with Renee. The thought of what Jerome had done made Renee sick to her stomach, and she sat the picture down. What a horrible thing to do, she thought and plucked Jerome’s image, causing the metal frame to fall behind the vanity. Renee started to reach for it but changed her mind. No matter how hard she tried, Renee would always look at Jerome’s proud grin and be reminded of his affair and of his illegitimate daughter.

Renee turned around and slid out of her dress. She removed her undergarments and then dropped her soiled belongings inside a hamper by the bathroom door. Physically and emotionally drained, Renee turned on the shower and watched the water fall. The running water soothed her.

The day had been interesting. In church, Renee forced herself to smile as she watched Jerome proudly parade Joi around the sanctuary, introducing her as “Daddy’s girl.” She’d wanted to stay home, but she had missed the last few Sundays and didn’t want the members of Calvary Baptist to make up exaggerated stories about her absence.

After church, the deacons raved about Joi and her resemblance to the family, especially Jerome, while others stared at Renee, searching for any sign of sadness or anger. Renee had been taught to stand by her husband, no matter the situation, but pretending she was happy to have Joi staying in her home all summer was more than a stretch. In fact, it was near impossible.

Renee often wondered how Hillary Clinton was able to stand next to Bill during a press conference to address his extramarital affair. Behind closed doors, did she throw pots at him, punch his chest, or scream foul words? Or did she remain calm, exemplify class, and speak her mind in a mild manner? Sometimes, Renee wished she’d taken the classy route, but she didn’t have a great track record when it came to controlling her temper. The day she unexpectedly showed up at a recreation center and saw Jerome and Joi together for the first time, she smacked him hard with her umbrella.

Although that day happened ten months ago, to Renee, it felt like yesterday. She’d gone to Jerome’s office to pick up a document he’d asked her to proof while he was in Philadelphia, “visiting his brother.” As director of community relations for a major basketball franchise, Jerome had developed Future Ballers, a mentoring program for high school athletes. He wanted Renee to review the program documents before he turned them in for final approval. As his wife, Renee was eager to help, especially since she had experience drafting and approving documents for programs at the hotel.

When Renee reached the office, Melanie, Jerome’s assistant, had mistakenly given her a folder that contained newspaper clippings and pictures of a female teen basketball player. Something inside told her that the young athlete was more than a player of interest for the mentoring program. For one thing, the girl was wearing a jersey from Engineering and Science, a high school located in Philadelphia. Renee found herself staring at the profile picture longer than normal. It was hard to ignore the girl’s soft brown eyes. They were exact replicas of Jerome’s. She quickly scanned through the clippings inside the folder and came across an article that mentioned Taylor’s name. She nearly fell to the floor for fear that what she was thinking might be true. It was then that she decided to fly out to Philadelphia to confirm her worst nightmare: Taylor had given Jerome the daughter and star basketball player Renee had not.

Renee cleared her mind as she stepped into the shower and let the warm water massage her body. She couldn’t believe six months had passed since she found out about Joi. I should’ve left Jerome that day, Renee thought, but at the same time, she knew a lifetime of memories with him had already been invested, and more importantly, she loved him. He was the only man she’d ever been with, and she didn’t want to hastily throw away the history they shared as a couple.

The warm water steamed the bathroom windows and mirror and made it hard to breathe, but that didn’t matter to Renee. The water gently beating on her body felt good.

“Hey, babe,” Jerome yelled as he entered the bathroom, startling Renee and interrupting her peaceful oasis. “Is it hot enough in here for you?”

Renee heard Jerome lift the toilet seat and rolled her eyes. It was times like this that she missed their old house in Oak Park. There she and Jerome had separate bathrooms. After thirty-five years, he had yet to understand that the bathroom was the only place in the house where she truly felt at peace. Sometimes, she’d sit in the master bathroom and tune everything out until her mind was clear and she felt rejuvenated. Renee was beginning to regret giving up her private bathroom for the luxury of more space.

“Today turned out well, didn’t it?” Jerome asked and then flushed the toilet. “Joi seems to be blending in well.”

Renee sighed softly. Jerome was floating so high on a cloud, he didn’t realize that she wasn’t responding.

“She’s a good kid. I’m glad she wanted to stay with us this summer,” Jerome continued as he washed his hands. “Joi and Josh have a lot in common, don’t you think? They could almost pass for twins.”

Renee almost stopped breathing. That statement reminded her that Joi was only three months older than Joshua. Jerome must have realized what he’d said as well, because he was quiet for almost a minute. Through the shower curtain, Renee could see his shadow walking toward the door, and she was relieved. She was tired of hearing him talk about Joi, and she wanted more alone time.

“You want to watch a movie tonight?” Jerome asked.

Renee pulled back the shower curtain just enough to see him standing by the door. “No, I’m really tired,” she answered. “Sleep is all I want to do tonight.”

“Yeah, you’re right. We did have a pretty busy day.”

You think so? Renee wanted to respond, but she just grinned and nodded in agreement.

Leaving the door wide open, Jerome walked into the bedroom. By now, the steam that filled the bathroom had completely disappeared. Renee pulled the shower curtain back in place and showered faster than she’d anticipated. She knew that Jerome would be back if she didn’t join him in the bedroom soon. It didn’t matter that she had worked long hours all week and had tended to the needs of her family all weekend. Once they were in their bedroom, Jerome expected her attention.

After putting on her favorite pajamas, Renee folded back the sheets and then lay on the bed. Of the many things she asked Jerome to be mindful of, he could never remember to roll down the sheets. She loathed lying on top of a made-up bed but didn’t complain. Jerome had been diligent in her other requests. Remembering 90 percent of her quirks was acceptable. Forgetting to roll down the bed was an adjustment she could easily do.

“How’s this, babe?” Jerome asked as he stood in front of the new forty-eight-inch flat-screen television he’d bought last night. This was the third time he’d adjusted the settings since this morning. Standing there, with his shirttail hanging outside of his khakis, Jerome didn’t look a day over forty. Not even the heart attack he had last year had aged him. He was eating healthier and exercising regularly. With all the time he spent in the gym and playing basketball, Jerome’s arms were more defined now than they’d ever been. There was no question that Jerome was handsome, charming, and kindhearted. At fifty-three, he was finally the husband Renee had prayed he’d be, but she was afraid his appeal was losing its effect on her.

Finally satisfied with the settings, Jerome threw the remote on the bed and then removed his T-shirt. “Maybe next Sunday we can drive out to Kenosha. What do you think?”

“You want to drive to Wisconsin?” Renee replied nonchalantly. Though it was roughly a two-hour drive, the family hadn’t taken a road trip since Joshua was a toddler.

“I thought we could hit the outlets and let the kids pick out some clothes for school,” Jerome said as he undressed.

“I don’t know about Joi, but Josh wears a uniform to school.” Though she tried not to sound uninterested in his idea, she was.

“They need clothes for the weekend, babe,” Jerome answered. “And when have you ever turned down a reason to shop?”

Jerome hadn’t realized that Renee was annoyed. She’d normally have to negotiate a deal to get him to spend a family day at the mall. Now that Joi was in his life, shopping wasn’t a problem. Renee fluffed her pillow and made herself more comfortable. “Sunday is a week away. Let’s revisit this on Thursday and see how the family feels then.”

Jerome took his dirty clothes into the bathroom and immediately placed them in the hamper. Renee had trained him well. Long gone were the days when he’d drop his clothes in the middle of the floor, waiting for her to pick them up, as if she were his personal maid. “Good plan,” he agreed and started the water for his shower. “Joi and Josh are getting along well. I heard Josh ask her to live with us for a while, especially since Future Ballers is about to start.”

Renee wanted to holler. There was no way she was going to let Jerome’s love child live in the house where she raised her children. Yes, Future Ballers would be a good program for Joi, but not if it meant she’d live with them for a whole school year. A summer with Joi was too much for Renee, but she tolerated the two-month visit. Spending an entire year with her would definitely stretch her patience.

Renee covered her face with the extra pillow on the bed to keep from screaming. Although Jerome didn’t say it, she knew he was laying the foundation for his daughter to stay.

The house phone rang, and Renee tossed the pillow aside in order to answer it.

“I bet that’s Reggie,” Jerome called from the bathroom. “We’ve been playing phone tag all weekend.”

“No, it’s Everett,” Renee replied after checking the caller ID and then lifted the phone from its base. “Hey, E. What’s going on?”

“I hope this isn’t a bad time,” Everett apologized. “I tried to call your cell, but—”

“No, no problem at all,” Renee answered. Hearing Everett’s deep, mellow voice tonight lifted her spirits. Over the last few months he’d become a source of strength and peace, and she could use a little of both tonight. “Everything all right?”

Jerome appeared in the doorway with only a towel covering his midsection. He would never admit it, but she knew he was still suspicious of the relationship she had with the CFO of Luxury Inn hotels. On several occasions, Jerome had accused Renee of having an affair with her boss.

Extremely good-looking and intelligent, Everett Coleman had worked very closely with Renee for the last seventeen years. Though he was based at the main hotel in California, Everett traveled to Chicago often. And of all the employees he managed, Renee was his unspoken favorite. Having gone from a college intern to general manager in record time, Renee had proven her talent, loyalty, and knowledge of the hotel business. Together, Renee and Everett had transformed Luxury Inn into a five-star hotel chain across the country, and they were currently leading a team that would build a new international branch in London.

“Darla’s flying out to Chicago on Tuesday. She wants to reveal new plans for the Illinois hotels,” informed Everett.

“Darla just doesn’t know what to do next,” Renee said, hoping Jerome would relax knowing that this was a business call. And although Jerome slowly backed into the bathroom, Renee sensed his hesitance to leave the room. “I hope it’s nothing major.”

Darla Kotlarczyk was the daughter of Randolph Kotlarczyk, the man who created Luxury Inn hotels and was Renee’s mentor. Last year Mr. Kotlarczyk, better known as Mr. K to his employees, was diagnosed with lung cancer. With his days left to live numbered, he split control of the business he’d started from scratch between his children. Everyone knew that Mr. K really wanted to leave his empire in Renee’s hands, and on his last day in the office, he boldly stated, “If only you were my daughter, this franchise would belong to you.” Renee understood and respected the choice he made. Family was important, and if the situation had been reversed, she would’ve made the same decision.

There were over seventy hotels across the country, and Darla was given control of the Illinois hotels, all of which Renee managed at Mr. K’s request. It was an unusual and great responsibility to handle three hotels, but Renee was the ideal person for such an undertaking. Having been in control of the hotels for so many years, and with little to no supervision, Renee didn’t readily accept Darla as her new boss. Of Darla’s three siblings, she was the least experienced in business. While the others had served as their father’s apprentice, Darla had chased her dream of becoming a Hollywood star. Rumor had it that Mr. K wanted Darla in Illinois in hopes that Renee would teach her how to effectively run a hotel. Then, after a year, if Darla demonstrated progress in hotel management, she’d be granted more of an equal share of the family business.

The shift of power hadn’t affected Renee while Mr. K was alive. Darla had kept her distance and had given her freedom to run the three hotels as she saw fit. But when Mr. K lost his battle with cancer, his grave was barely cold before Darla revealed her domineering personality.

For reasons Renee didn’t completely understand, Darla resented her, and especially the relationship she’d had with her father. There were several moments when Renee wanted to set Darla straight, but out of respect for the man responsible for her successful career, she swallowed her pride whenever Darla was in her presence.

“You called to give me that bad news,” Renee teased. “Please say you have some good news to tell me.”

“I wanted to give you a heads-up. I know you need time to prepare for her arrival,” Everett joked.

Renee joined in his amusement. “I appreciate that. Do you have any idea what these new plans are?”

“No, but something’s up,” Everett replied. “Don’t be surprised if she announces her relocation to Chicago.”

“Don’t play like that,” Renee quickly retorted. She could imagine how Darla’s constant presence would affect office morale. “She knows she needs to stay in California with you.”

“I’m just saying,” Everett continued, “don’t be surprised.”

“I don’t know if any of us are ready for that.”

“Well, I’m having lunch with her on Tuesday. If I learn anything, you know I’ll tell you,” Everett said.

Renee knew he would. They had been confidants for years. Unfortunately, their growing friendship was one of the reasons Everett’s wife divorced him five years ago. “Thanks, my friend,” she said.

“You okay?” Everett asked. “You sound exhausted.”

Not very convincing, Renee replied weakly, “Yes, I’m fine.”

“I’m not so sure you are.”

The water in the bathroom stopped running, making that the fastest shower Jerome had taken since they were married. Dripping wet, Jerome entered the bedroom and dried off in front of the television. Renee chuckled to herself. She knew her husband had come into the room just to eavesdrop. “We’ll talk when you get here,” Renee whispered carefully.

“Can’t speak freely?” Everett said and chuckled softly.

“No, Jerome and I have been busy all day,” she replied. Mentioning Jerome’s name let Everett know that he was close by. This was a system they had used for almost a year to avoid unnecessary disagreements with their spouses about their business calls.

“Okay,” Everett responded. “Have a good night.”

“You, too,” Renee said and then hung up the phone.

“Good news?” Jerome questioned as he put on a pair of boxers. “You’re smiling.”

Renee lay on her stomach and closed her eyes. She hadn’t realized her good spirits were evident. “Not really. Darla will be in town this week,” she said. “I can only imagine what she’s coming to do. Everett called to prepare me for the visit.”

“Humph,” moaned Jerome, obviously jealous.

Jerome knelt by his side of the bed and prayed, as he did every night. Only tonight he prayed aloud. As Renee listened to him thank God for his life, she tuned him out, said a quick prayer of her own, and then planned her workday.

When Jerome was done with his prayers, he crawled into bed and kissed the side of Renee’s head. “I love you,” he said. “And I love my sons ... and my beautiful daughter.”

Renee sat up enough to turn off the lamp on the nightstand. “Good night, Jerome,” she replied. At the moment, she didn’t share his loving view of their “new” family.

Hearing the alarm, Renee opened her eyes and reached for the clock to stop the irritating buzzing. Still tired, she lay still and stared at a tiny bird resting on a branch outside the window. With so many concerns weighing on her heart, she’d had a restless night. How much longer could she put up with Darla’s outright dislike of her? Would she ever be able to accept Joi as her stepdaughter? Could she really trust Jerome again? Too many unanswered questions were beginning to take a toll on her, and she didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to handle the unknown. As she watched the bird fly away, Renee prayed for guidance. If she wasn’t careful, her life would slowly spiral out of control, and that wouldn’t be good for anyone.

Renee rolled over on her side and faced her sleeping husband. Over the years, he’d become immune to the buzz of the alarm clock. No matter what time Jerome fell asleep at night, every day he woke up by 7:00 A.M. like clockwork.

The peaceful look on Jerome’s face bothered Renee this morning. How could he be so happy when she was in a state of internal turmoil? Did her feelings not matter to him anymore? Did he really think that all was forgiven? Why was it so easy for him to forget what he’d done? Had he been scarred at all by the effects of his affair? Renee thought she had moved past the hurt, but the wound she’d closed years ago reopened the day she came face-to-face with Joi. And this time, the pain of his affair was fresh and stronger than before.

Elise, Renee’s best friend, constantly reminded her to “let go, and let God.” Jerome and Taylor had apologized on many occasions and seemed genuinely remorseful, but for Renee, it was hard to accept the apology of a woman who had repeatedly slept with her husband, and to forgive the man who had vowed to love her unconditionally. Rehashing those memories, Renee realized that it was going to be hard getting over the hurt. And, if she couldn’t get over all that had happened, how could she honestly move forward in her marriage to Jerome?

When Jerome woke up that same Monday morning, he was surprised to see his wife still lying in bed next to him. For a moment, he thought his internal alarm was off, but when he looked at the digital clock on his nightstand, he realized it was indeed Renee who had overslept. This was not like Renee. She was usually up and partially dressed by the time his feet hit the bedroom floor every morning.

Jerome reached for his wife, but the unsettled look on her face bothered him, so he slowly pulled back his arm. Maybe Renee planned to sleep in late, he thought. The summer was busier than usual. Renee was in the middle of a project that could boost her career. Though she had a dependable staff, she made sure she was available at all times. This week alone, Renee had worked over sixty hours, and instead of resting over the weekend, Jerome had kept her busy with the family. He had to admit that it felt good to see her resting, since he felt partially responsible for her fatigue.

Making an effort not to disturb her, Jerome gently eased out of the bed and tiptoed to his closet. He grabbed the custom-made Chicago Bulls robe that Renee had given him for his birthday two years ago and slipped it on. As he tied the belt around his waist, Jerome closed his eyes and thanked God for another day. After his heart attack last year, he realized that life was a precious gift, a gift that he’d shamefully abused many times. He’d taken the love of his family for granted, especially the love of his wife. Not many women would have forgiven their husband after an affair. Even fewer would have stayed when they discovered a child had been secretly conc. . .