desdemona kensington// a woman scorned

[Desdemona "Mona" Kensington]

i've been looking in the mirror for so long

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My name is Desdemona Kensington, and I work at O’Brady’s bar as a bar maid and sometimes I make drinks if the tender’s out. I also serve the food at times, wash dishes when I’m short on rent and clean the lodge from time to time. I stay at the Brooklyn lodging house, using my salary to pay rent. We stay there, we being myself and my little girl Madeline, who was named after my dearest mother. Madeline’s father doesn’t live with us anymore. Last I saw of him, he was in Queens. Then again, that was 1 whole year ago. He’s probably married again by now.
I was born to a wealthy family, the children of a business owner. Kensington males were the proprietors of the factor business. They started working as soon as they finished school. Not on the assembly line of course. They owned the factory and managed the outside branches of the factory. Whenever something was needed to be done, from firing to hiring, it was the men of the Kensington line who were in charge of these things.
I had 4 brothers, 2 older and two younger, and 1 sister, who was much older than me and has been married for years. I grew up feeling as if I was the only girl, and was raised in the way of any rich girl. I was to run the house while mother was busy and father was at work to prepare for the day when I would have a husband of my own, a Kensington man, one who’d marry into the family and pick up the business. I’d have daughters to teach how to behave, and a husband to grow my sons into strong dependable young men.
I was placed in a arranged marriage with my childhood best friend David Allenton, who was my father’s best friend’s son. We were never in love, and I knew he had many women in his time, and when I say many, I mean plenty, but I knew him to be a good man, and was assured that he would stop his ways when we were married. I should have confirmed it with him instead of my mother.
We were married in June, and by July David was in charge of the Queens factory where we lived and I was pregnant. In April we had little Madeline. I loved her to death, and she was what I had always hoped my little girl would be. Lady like and polite, not to mention gorgeous, I was sure that she would be like me when she grew up, happily married. Soon afterwards, we had little Adam, and we were happy as people. At least, the kids and I were.
David was born in October the year after Madeline, and by December David had informed me that he wasn’t in love with me, which I knew, but he also informed me that he was leaving me. I was shocked, sure he was not telling that truth, until I saw our maid with three bags, one for each of us. He also informed me that his new wife was not ok with raising another woman’s children, and my kids were on the street with me, though he assured me he would provide for them.
The first place I went was home, but I soon learned that a child kicked out of the house was bad for business and supporters of my father’s company came to wonder why I was back home and not with my husband. Suddenly, the story was that I had slept with another man, and that Madeline and Adam were not David’s children. I came to David to beg him to correct these lies, he claimed that they were true and that he had no responsibility for them.
Ah, at this point I was a seventeen year old girl with two small children. I was homeless, and desperate, willing to do just about anything for money. I was almost at the point of leaving my children at a lodging house or an orphanage, before they starved to death when I walked past O’Brady’s and found a wanted sign. I came, and was hired to wash dishes. It took me the two years since then, but now I serve and do drunks on somedays. I still stay in Brooklyn.

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