Affairs Continued . . .

I’m not going to go on about affairs (well just a bit more then), but after writing about it in brief yesterday I went on to the fantastic blog written by Anne Brooke, who is a brilliant author. Just off the top of her head she had written this 50 word piece which not only fit in with my blog entry yesterday it made me want to read more . . .

Bathtime secrets
Janine watched the water as it swirled down the plughole. When it was finished, she lifted out the matted hairs from its tiny eyes. Dark strands mixed with auburn. Such a shame then that she was blonde. Downstairs, she heard the front door open. ‘Darling, I’m home,’ her husband yelled.

Anne has a  brand new book out called A Dangerous Man which is receiving rave reviews and also check out the review on here for Pink Champagne and Apple Juice.  A totally different type of book that shows her versatility.

Okay enough sucking up, but if something’s that damn good, I believe in shouting about it!

So back to affairs and broken relationships.  Through chatting with my friends we discussed the different stories we had heard about how the news got broken.

In one case it was just a conversation in which the partner knew there was something not quite right in their relationship, but nothing serious and after backing the man in question into a corner, so to speak, he turned round and just came out with it. 

She had not had an inkling.  What a shock.

There was also the case of a woman learning of her husband’s infidelity by finding a box of receipts in the boot of his car.  Isn’t that just shouting to be found out? 

But just what would you do in that situation?  And what would you do if you met the ‘other person?’

Years ago I remember a friend who had been in a relationship for a number of years and was due to get married.  The church had been booked, the reception had been booked, the dress bought and plans were all in place.

A few months before the wedding my friend realised that something had changed in the relationship and finally, one night, he admitted that he couldn’t go through with it.  When she asked him what he meant, he couldn’t give a definite answer as to what he wanted to do.

He then left my friend hanging on for a few days while they tried to sort it out and he still wouldn’t give her an answer.

In the end during a phone call to him, she asked him straight.  "Are you telling me it’s over?"

Do you know the answer she got? - he just used one word - "basically".

She calmly put the phone down and then the rage set in.  She described it as growing feeling in the pit of her stomach that became so overwhelming she had to go and confront him.

Apparently she stormed out of the house, got in the car, drove round to his parent’s house to see him.

She was so angry and wound up by the way he had ended it with that one word, that her own parents had followed her in their car to make sure she didn’t punch his lights out and on the way back home his parents followed her to make sure she got home safely.

She does say now that in this case, although it deeply hurt at the time and she never found out if there was anyone else, she is so glad it ended then and that they hadn’t gone through the process of actually getting married.

NOW, she can say he was brave to end it when he did.

But boy if you knew my friend, who never loses her temper, I would loved to have been a fly on the wall when she drove round to see him!

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