The Story Behind Pink

If anything, Mrs Edward blamed her husband for this failure. She had wanted to straighten this boy’s lean towards the color pink very early on. However, her husband, bless his stupid soul, had stepped in and ruined her efforts. If this boy never got married, it would be the unforgivable crime of the century.

Mrs Edward knew that many people regarded her as blessed and lucky. However, she didn’t feel that way of late. Her husband had ruined her joy and the consequences were looking very grim.

The Pink Failure

When the children were all little, their father had made an effort to have them all learn life lessons that he thought were important. Things like boys learning how to cook and girls learning how to change their own tires. While Mrs Edwards fully agreed that girls should learn not to depend on boys, certain things made boys soft. Like, learning how to do laundry and cooking at too early an age.

She had put a successful stop to this foolishness before the younger boys were ruined. But her oldest, sadly was not so lucky.

He took a great interest to things of women. He asked too many questions. The father answered too many of those. Mrs Edward had not put her foot down in time and now was starting to resent him for this.

Poor Andrew. He would never get a good woman for a wife because she had been too soft on him. She had not straightened out his inclinations early enough. She had done enough work that he did not grow up the wrong way, but he was not man enough to attract a good woman.

This, Mrs Edward held close to her heart. Her husband would pay for this. Even if that punishment happened in the after life.

There was one day in particular that hubby would have to pay for. That day, she kept deeply locked in a vault. She didn’t speak on this. That memory was pure evil. To her, that was the beginning of how her son got ruined.

What she did recall, with much bitterness, was how her husband had chained her to the bed and punished her very severely that night. She, as far as she was concerned, had not done anything wrong. She was just trying to right a potentially damaging wrong before it became too late. But her husband had felt it necessary to turn her cheeks all manners of pink, red, blue, and black that night.

He had never hit her in full anger before. Always playful staged anger. This time, it was raw passionate untamed anger. He had enough restraint not to hurt her in a way that was unloving or physically dangerous. He had held back enough to not break her. He had held back enough to let the lesson sink in yet let her know that this was a bright red line she should never cross again.

In hindsight, Mrs Edward was convinced she should have crossed it and mocked it. It would have spared her son from the horrors of not finding a mate. The boys was leaving the prime years of finding a mate. Soon, all that would be left were those women who had been spent and used by others. He’d not find a pure angel if he waited any longer.

She ignored her husband inquiry into what she was thinking about. The cup of tea was about to run out soon. She’d have to change the direction of their small talk before it landed him in hot water.

Pink Cars

The second piece of regret that burned Mrs Edward’s peace was the time her son got himself a pink car. It was the most humiliating moment of his teen years. The boy had a habit of doing things around the color pink that just fried her patience.

Andrew had took a break from summer camp in his early teen years. The father had insisted it was a good idea to let the boy be like other boys. Let him have an adventure. For some odd reason, she had listened to the horrible advice.

Her little son went out and joined some cult like business nonsense. The father insisted he be let alone to pursue the activity. It would man him up. It was harmless.

The son went on to destroy record after record of sales for that company. As a thank you, they gave him a pink Cadillac.

A pink! Car!!!

Not just a car. Not a sports car. Not a good car.

A Freakin… PINK CADDIE!!!!!!!!

PINK

Mr Edward refused to allow her to sell it immediately. It was a beast of a car. It was not small. It was a tank. A huge yatch. It was massive. Who could ever manage one of those?

It was outright embarrassing. At Andrew’s wishes, the car stayed in the garage. While it was in great shape, for a new car, Andrew enjoyed playing in the thing way too much. He spent a lot of spare time in it. No amount of grounding or extra homework she could throw at him could slow his passion for that pink car.

The boy had a sick passion for the car and the father allowed it. Nurtured it. Encouraged it. This was her single biggest regret of her life. Had she ignored her husband’s wishes, she would have called the salvage company to take the beast away.

Andrew loved that car too much. Maybe, just maybe, this could have weakened her son’s resolve and drive to find a good woman. What if that pink car had softened his masculinity too much?

The thing about Andrew was that he never seemed to notice women. They threw themselves at him, but he was oblivious. Everything was about the car.

Back then, Mrs Edward thought it was not so bad. Andrew focused on school and did very well. But, that car was his passion. She never allowed him to drive it though. That much she was happy about. She’d never allow him to flaunt himself in such a feminine thing.

A pink car.

Wow.

At least her hubby had not pressured the boy to drive it either.