{"id":86,"date":"2008-11-02T16:15:11","date_gmt":"2008-11-02T15:15:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/billandrews.co.uk\/?page_id=86"},"modified":"2008-11-02T16:25:20","modified_gmt":"2008-11-02T15:25:20","slug":"breaking-up-is-hard-to-do","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/billandrews.co.uk\/?page_id=86","title":{"rendered":"Breaking up is Hard to Do"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s been lovely to see you&#8221; I said to my sister, Clarissa, and brother-in-law, John, as I gave her a hug and him a handshake.  &#8220;Your kids are a credit to you.&#8221;  I bent down and gave Sophie, who was clinging on to Clarissa&#8217;s leg a kiss.  Toby was already in the car.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We&#8217;ve had an amazing time.  We both thoroughly enjoyed your party.  Lola, thanks again for your wonderful hospitality.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>We hadn&#8217;t even waved them out of the drive before Lola smile was replaced by a grimace as she turned on me in her usual contemptuous manner.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You and your family.  Huh.  I don&#8217;t understand why you have to suck up to them so much.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I just enjoy having them around.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You&#8217;re a completely different animal when they&#8217;re around.  Stuck up I think.  Yes a real snob.   Why can&#8217;t you just be normal like you are the rest of the time?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I was too hurt to reply.  The good feeling I&#8217;d had with my family around was already all but forgotten.  It was back to business with the wife as usual.<\/p>\n<p>However, it wasn&#8217;t long before our friends Sarah and Simon and Claudia and James arrived for lunch and once again the cracks in my marital relationship were covered.   Lola took pride in being a good hostess and was genial and vivacious in company.  Much of the conversation was about people and events that the rest of them had shared but I hadn&#8217;t as Lola and these two couples had been friends long before I settled in the area.  I could see Lola was really enjoying herself and was blissfully unaware of how left out of the conversation I felt.  Then when we went through for lunch Lola started bossing me around.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Charles see what our guests want to drink.&#8221;  This interrupted me asking Claudia, who I actually did like, what she would like to drink.   Other orders followed.  &#8220;Fetch this&#8221; &#8220;Clear up that.&#8221;  I meekly did as I was told and tried to maintain a congenial front.<\/p>\n<p>The wine flowed as we ate and Claudia and I were exchanging views on bringing up children.  The discussion touched on our personal attitudes to life and I was starting to relax.  Good conversation and the company of attractive women always put me in a good mood.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Charles can you get the cheese, please,&#8221; spoiled all that.    I did as I was bid and sat down hoping to take up the conversation where we&#8217;d left off.  However the chat had returned to reminiscing mode and I felt excluded again and became morose and thoroughly pissed off.<\/p>\n<p>Next evening my friend Ben and I were having a drink in the Leisure centre bar after a strenuous game of tennis, which Ben had won.<\/p>\n<p>Ben: &#8220;So, how&#8217;s tricks?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Me: &#8220;Uh not bad.  You?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Things aren&#8217;t that great.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh dear.  Julie giving you the run around?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No.  I&#8217;ve had enough.  I&#8217;ve left.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Wow! When did that happen?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh last week.  The worst thing was leaving the children. Actually it wasn&#8217;t leaving them that was the problem it was the look in their eyes when I went back.   They looked so hurt and so lost- like &#8220;Why have you done this to us?&#8221;  I took them out for a MacDonalds but they weren&#8217;t themselves.  Seemed sullen really.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well it must have been a shock to them. But children do adapt quite quickly.  Just give it a couple of weeks.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I know all that.  It&#8217;s just hard now.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;And you?  Where are you living?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh I&#8217;m staying with Chris for a few days until I can sort something more permanent out.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Your brother?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes, that&#8217;s right.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well you know you&#8217;re more than welcome to stay with us for as long as you like.  In fact I&#8217;d like that very much.  Things aren&#8217;t that great with me either and &#8230;.&#8221;  I&#8217;d intended to say that I could do with some support and decent company but stopped myself.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well thanks for the offer.  Much appreciated.  Really though I think I&#8217;d like to rent somewhere so I could have the kids to stay.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;OK, well the offer&#8217;s there anyway.   Meanwhile would you like another drink?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well I ought to go really. Chris and Nita are expecting me anytime round now.  Another night perhaps we can go out for a meal.  I&#8217;ll give you a ring.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>A few days later I had a call from Ben who&#8217;d found himself a flat not far from his office and I agreed to go round to meet him there before a game of tennis.  I felt very sorry for him as the place was a really comedown after the lovely home he&#8217;d been living in with his family. Yet he said the kids had already spent a night there and had appeared to enjoy it.<\/p>\n<p>When we arrived at the Leisure Centre all the courts were occupied with two women playing on the court we&#8217;d booked.  We waited until they had finished their current game then asked them how much longer they would be as we&#8217;d booked it from 6.  There must have been a mix up in the court booking system as they said they were also booked in from 6.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh well, nothing else for it &#8211; we&#8217;ll just have to go and beat up the booking clerk,&#8221; said Ben.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Why don&#8217;t we play doubles instead,&#8221; said one of the girls.  &#8220;That is if you don&#8217;t mind that we&#8217;re not very good.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What a kind offer!&#8221; I replied.  &#8220;we&#8217;re not too good ourselves.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Actually both women were quite presentable, slim and athletic looking and perhaps a bit younger than us.<\/p>\n<p>We had an enjoyable match with  Gail,my partner, and I just managing to beat Ben and Lois 6:4 in the final set.  It was anyone&#8217;s game until the final point &#8211; the beauty of tennis&#8217; scoring system.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We usually have a drink at the bar after playing and would be delighted if you would join us,&#8221; I said as we packed up our rackets and put on our tracksuits.  I found myself attracted to Lois who was very dark, quite tall and slender with a stylish hairstyle with plaited ringlets and beads.  She seemed relaxed and comfortable with herself without being either pushy or shy.  I thought Ben was getting on well with Gail too but unfortunately several of us had other commitments so we split up much sooner than I would have liked.<\/p>\n<p>We did arrange to repeat the event the following week.  I also arranged for Ben to come over for dinner to my house the following evening.  That evening passed off without incident.  In fact it was a pleasant evening as Lola was in a relaxed mood and seemed to enjoy having two men as company.  At the end of the evening I walked Ben to his car to see him off and took the opportunity to refer to the previous evening.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You seemed to get on OK with Lois,&#8221; I ventured as an exploratory introductory remark.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Not half as well as you did,&#8221;  he returned, with a hint of bitterness I thought.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;She is a bit special, don&#8217;t you think?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well she&#8217;s nice but so&#8217;s Gail.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I was pleased to hear this and wondered why.  I suspected that I was already interested in Lois to the extent that I didn&#8217;t want any competition from Ben.  This realisation seemed premature but, at the same time quite exciting.  I&#8217;d oggled attractive women most of my adult life but never got further than the oggling stage.   Well, maybe that wasn&#8217;t quite true.  I suppose I had fancied friends etc. at parties.  Yes I remember getting as far as kissing Claudia full on on one occasion.  We were both waiting for the loo, both fairly merry, if not quite drunk.  I would have followed her into the toilet if she&#8217;d invited me.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Wow mate.  You&#8217;ve got it bad!&#8221; said Ben, bring me bank to earth.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No I was just remembering some of the other women I&#8217;d grappled with.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh Yeah!  I thought you&#8217;d been the faithful husband.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well I have really.  Just let my hair down on a couple of occasions.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well back to my lonely pad.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You don&#8217;t have to you know.  You could kip down here.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Thanks, nice offer but&#8230;. All right see you Tuesday then.  Sweet dreams.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You too, bye.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Lola was already in bed, light off, her back pointedly facing my side.  I was pleased really.  To feel this was a surprise as normally I&#8217;d feel hurt and rejected.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">*******************<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">5 years later<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">********************<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">&#8220;Hi, Claudia.  Is Lola in?  I&#8217;ve come to pick up the kids.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">I stood outside the front door of my old marital home.  Inside there were quite a few of the friends that I&#8217;d known for many years, obviously enjoying themselves.  The bitterness that I felt towards them welled up inside.  Not one of them had had anything to do with me since I&#8217;d left Lola and taken up with Lois.  It was obvious that Lola had told them what she had told me on numerous occasions &#8211; that I was wholly responsible for the breakup of my marriage &#8211; and that they had gone along with that line of argument.  Because they thought that, they had given Lola support through her difficult times and cut me out completely.  Yet I was the one who&#8217;d had to move out and start again.  I&#8217;d only left Lola because she didn&#8217;t love or respect me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">&#8220;Hi mate, how are you?&#8221; This from Ben stopped my train of thoughts.  He was my replacement, lording it up in my old shoes.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">&#8220;Hi Daddy,&#8221; from my son Timmy then &#8220;Hello, Dad,&#8221; from daughter Sam gave me the excuse to ignore Ben and walk back to the car with my children who were staying with us for the weekend.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">When I got back to my new home it seemed quiet in comparison with my old one.  The children rushed in and embraced Lois who made a big fuss of them in return.  While I&#8217;d been out she&#8217;d cooked us all a meal.  TImmy and Sam went up to their room to unpack their things.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">&#8220;How was it?&#8221; she asked.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">&#8220;Same as usual &#8211; awful.  All my old so called friends were there with Ben acting as host.&#8221;  I felt I shouldn&#8217;t say too much as I didn&#8217;t want Lois to feel in any way responsible or inadequate.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">&#8220;Sorry, it&#8217;s just hard sometimes.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">&#8220;Don&#8217;t worry darling.  I understand.  Come here, let me make it better.&#8221;  She gave me a huge hug, kissed me deeply and made me feel loved as I&#8217;d never felt loved by anyone else.  I had no doubt that I&#8217;d done the right thing.  I was happy in my new relationship; very happy; but it was still hard.  And I did feel lonely and let down sometimes; deserted by my friends.  Life could be very unfair and I hated feeling left out. When I thought things through I knew I hadn&#8217;t really enjoyed the company of these people but it hurt a lot that I had been so readily cast aside.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">&#8220;Clarissa called.  Just to confirm arrangements.  She was very friendly and says they&#8217;re both looking forward to coming.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">&#8220;Well that&#8217;s a start at least.  At least some of my family are starting to accept us as a couple.&#8221;   Even my own family had doubted me and had been more supportive of Lola than of me.  I suppose they saw my marriage as successful, as superficially it was, and thought I&#8217;d run off with Lois as the self-indulgent action of a middle-aged male, rather than the need to get out of an unequal and sterile marriage that was causing me much unhappiness and loss of self-esteem.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">&#8220;It&#8217;ll be all right eventually.  Just give everyone time.  They&#8217;ll come round.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">&#8220;I know, I know.  And when they see how happy we both are and how well the kids are doing.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">&#8220;Daddy I like the new picture in my room.  Thanks,&#8221;  said Tom.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">&#8220;I&#8217;m starving,&#8221; said Juliette, as if to prove my point.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s been lovely to see you&#8221; I said to my sister, Clarissa, and brother-in-law, John, as I gave her a hug and him a handshake. &#8220;Your kids are a credit to you.&#8221; I bent down and gave Sophie, who was &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/billandrews.co.uk\/?page_id=86\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"parent":25,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-86","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/billandrews.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/86","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/billandrews.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/billandrews.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/billandrews.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/billandrews.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=86"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/billandrews.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/86\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/billandrews.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/25"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/billandrews.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=86"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}