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The Tables EDGE-2(The Sequel)At first all that Charlotte Allen had was her dreams to hold, that was until she married Clinton, her high school sweetheart, and became Mrs. Charlotte Jacobson.No longer feeling like an outcast, Charlotte wished forMoreThe Tables EDGE-2(The Sequel)At first all that Charlotte Allen had was her dreams to hold, that was until she married Clinton, her high school sweetheart, and became Mrs. Charlotte Jacobson.No longer feeling like an outcast, Charlotte wished for a simple life: a husband who adored her, a house with a white picket fence and their two children to love.But nothing remains the same...Just as she gains the strength to remove the masks that she had hid behind most of her life – tragedy strikes, thunder erupts and hail storms in from every side.Charlotte struggles to claw her way out of the darkness, but temptation follows closely behind her and she finds herself captive to the lustful desires of sex and greed – at a high cost.Her life spirals out of control until one faithful night when she can no longer escape from the truth.Will this last piece of the puzzle bring a complete restoration to Charlotte’s life forever, or will it be the final straw that destroys her…~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~EXCERPT FROM THE TABLE’S EDGE-2I sat and stared at the three piles: the delicate, the colors the whites- they were hot warm and cold. The different shades and temperatures of the laundry was definitely a resemblance of my family. I wondered when I had become the lonely wife. When had my daily routine consisted of going to work, coming home from work, cooking, cleaning, sitting at the dinner table for hours trying to help your child complete a project that their teacher had to know was too complicated for them to complete on their own, and then watching the inside of my eyelids - only to get back up the next morning to start it all over again.Everything I did felt more like a chore and every inch of my body seemed to ache, and I was tired.…And I was getting tired of being tired.It was hard playing the Married But Single game. Somebody needed to explain the rules of this game to me, because I didn’t know when to go or where to stop- when to turn left or when to turn right. Did I need to pick a card, or if I should just throw in my hand. When I looked at my house of cards I noticed that the diamond in my seven-studded wedding band ring still glistened- that was one-point for each year of marriage. The club was the dummy card- it got pulled at the start. Once you said, “I do”, going clubbing with your single friends was against the rules. And the phrase ‘dropping’ it like it’s hot’, now referred to something you burned in the oven. At first it was cool to give up the club because diamonds last forever, right? Well, maybe, only if you didn’t have to lay down your heart every time the spade was played.I didn’t know how to reach him anymore, so I gave up. There were no arguments, no debates, no discussions, no talking, no communication, no lovemaking, only sex which made me want to ask afterwards, ‘Next appointment please?’How do you explain to your children that you wish that you had done things differently? That you blame yourself for your little girl’s tears and the guilt you feel inside for not being able to appease your son’s fears. And that’s because you didn’t stop and take a moment to listen to the voice that spoke to your heart? When you heard the words ‘Be Still’ spoken clearly. But, no, you did the complete opposite and pressed forward on the mark to obtain your goal, and that you did not consider the innocence of the hearts that could be broken.