The End of the Marriage

It’s so sad when a marriage ends. What was once love, admiration, respect and a desire to continue into old age quickly becomes hatred and a need to dissociate oneself from him.

It’s true to say that I have had a chequered past. Any number of lovers have passed through my doors and there have been few who stayed very long. In my early years I was learning the ways of the world and I came upon an older man Harry, who treated me with respect, but lacked passion and drive. Our marriage however was a success, and they were happy times. It lasted 12 years and, during that time we enjoyed a fruitful return on our love. The marriage ended because of his poor health but he always has a place in my heart.

There then followed a string of lovers, all eager and keen, but lacking in stamina, before I came across what was the great love of my life, Howard. He was a charming and successful man and we were together for a total of ten years. During that time, he left me for another, but returned, apologising for the affair and telling me that our marriage was the only thing that mattered to him. Throughout the marriage, we were happier and more fulfilled than I had ever been and the whole country marvelled at the success of our relationship.

All good things must end of course, and following another brief exit and return, he eventually left me for good. I hold no grudges against him and, in fact see him at the house now and then.

I tried a few older men again, but was unfulfilled until I met my Scottish toy boy, David. He was wonderful! I could not speak too highly of him. Our marriage got off to a slow start, but he brought me stability, respect and a new confidence that I hadn’t felt for years. He was devoted to me and made the neighbours sit up and cast envious eyes in his direction. I was besotted and forgave him his mood swings and his one-dimensional look on life. He was a very ambitious man, and owing to the fact that as a family we were not well off, we often had to settle for second best. A situation he hated.

He went out of his way to procure bargain buys and after tinkering with them for years, would eventually sell them at a profit. He was a master at that, but not always happy to lose his prize possessions. I remember his anger when a bully from Manchester tried to buy one of his successes. After weeks of persuasion and underhand tactics, we realised we needed the money badly and so had to succumb. He never forgave them.

And then came the bombshell. He was leaving me!

I couldn’t believe it. After eleven years of devotion and love, he had found another. I knew who it was of course and he made no secret of his desire to leave me. Whilst I offered loyalty, love and respect, he realised he wanted more. He wanted to fulfil his ambitions and to live and a richer life. The other woman was extremely successful and very rich. I didn’t stand in his way. If that’s what he wants, well we had a good run, didn’t we?

He left me and we parted amicably, the whole family paying their respects in an emotional farewell.

He has now settled down with the rich lady and I thought the divorce was handled perfectly. No recriminations and mutual respect. Boy, was I wrong.

He has shown his grasping, mercenary side to the world and apparently ignored the happy years we had together. Not content with leaving me alone and sad, he has gone out of his way to make me and the family angrier than ever, by trying to take my beloved pets off me. My Kirkby Terrier and my Belgian Malinois are the loves of my life and he is trying to steal them! He is very persuasive, suggesting that with his ambitions and the financial muscle of his new wife, he could offer them a better life in his house, not mine.

The problem is, he is probably right. They would thrive in his business and grow up better pets. But, you know that’s not the problem, is it? How could he do this to me after what we meant to each other? How uncaring and callous. I am angry and, with anger comes determination. I will not give up my darling boys without a fight. He can go to hell.

And what of me, I hear you say? Well I have found a new love. It’s early days, but he is handsome, speaks very well and seems to be an honest man. How he handles my family is of course very important and we are having our first family gathering today. He loves my pets as much as I do and agrees we should keep them.

He is of a Latin nature and apt to be passionate, which suits me.

Wish me luck!

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