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time with his wife. I smiled, winked at Miguel who in turn poked his tongue out in John's direction and turned on his heel and left. At last, we were alone in our house.
It was possibly a slight paranoia on my part but I'd reached a point where I actually didn't dare say anything, I was pleased that we were spending some time together and regardless of my own uncertainty, there was very little tension between us, John seemed content to be sitting there, relaxing with a drink and what's more, he was happy in my company. He broke the ice of comfortable silence.
“Harold seemed quite taken with you; spoke glowingly about you in fact.”
“Did he? He seemed to be quite impressed that I was such a rock for you and I managed to find time to work as well? I got the impression he was clueless as to what I did for a living?”
John shifted uncomfortably in his chair for a moment, “Yes, well, I did play down your work to be honest, it wasn't really about 'you' today, he was here to see how I operated in business, not how you solved a few problems at the local bank.”
I couldn't believe what I'd just heard, in fact I was about to ask John to repeat what he'd just said but what was the point? I knew damn well what he'd said and I resented it immediately.
“Harold's wife? What does she do John, how would you describe her to me?” I tried to refrain from spitting any unnecessary venom in his direction which was extremely hard considering the anger that had suddenly started to bubble inside me.
John seemed to be unaware of my wrath, “Harold's wife is a stay at home Mum, they've got three kids and when she's not running around after them she's running around in the gym keeping herself tidy … I actually asked Harold tonight to ask Lucy, that's his wife, to pick up an application form for you, perhaps you could go with her and get yourself fit, it's always easier when you've got someone else to motivate you.”
That was the final biscuit.
“So you think I'm fat now as well as unworthy of praising my career?”
I placed my glass down on the table beside me. I didn't trust myself not to throw it and its contents all over my sanctimonious, ill-mannered husband. John showed no shift in his statement, it may have dawned on some that the comment was a tad untactful but not John; he seemed almost cheerful with his declaration.
“Well … you can't say that you're traditionally slim now can you, Eva?”
I rose from my chair and it was only then that John appeared conscious of my reaction. “I, John Cain am exactly the same size as when you met me, married me and vowed to love me regardless of anything else. I am not fat, and thank God I'm not as you say, 'traditionally slim' … I am a size fourteen which is average … I am healthy, fit and from what I can make out right at this moment, the only extra baggage I could do with losing is you!”
I left the conservatory, climbed the stairs to my room and began to pack my bag. I needed a break, it was time to go home for a while and re-collect my thoughts and future plans. If John was to be in those plans then things needed to change dramatically, but if he wasn't, then so be it. Once again, in as many weeks, I spent the night alone in our bed, John chose to sleep in his study, and this time I was grateful of his choice of bed rest.
The moment I awoke the next day my stomach lunged into despair, how had things come to this point? I lay still for a moment, trying to fathom out where it had all gone wrong, I hadn't cheated on him, stolen from him or given him cause to doubt my loyalty to him, I was a good wife, I ran a good home, saw to his every needs and financially I was independent from him therefore never having to ask him for monetary hand outs. I'd known from the start that his heart and soul were business and money orientated but always thought there was room in there for me too, how
It was possibly a slight paranoia on my part but I'd reached a point where I actually didn't dare say anything, I was pleased that we were spending some time together and regardless of my own uncertainty, there was very little tension between us, John seemed content to be sitting there, relaxing with a drink and what's more, he was happy in my company. He broke the ice of comfortable silence.
“Harold seemed quite taken with you; spoke glowingly about you in fact.”
“Did he? He seemed to be quite impressed that I was such a rock for you and I managed to find time to work as well? I got the impression he was clueless as to what I did for a living?”
John shifted uncomfortably in his chair for a moment, “Yes, well, I did play down your work to be honest, it wasn't really about 'you' today, he was here to see how I operated in business, not how you solved a few problems at the local bank.”
I couldn't believe what I'd just heard, in fact I was about to ask John to repeat what he'd just said but what was the point? I knew damn well what he'd said and I resented it immediately.
“Harold's wife? What does she do John, how would you describe her to me?” I tried to refrain from spitting any unnecessary venom in his direction which was extremely hard considering the anger that had suddenly started to bubble inside me.
John seemed to be unaware of my wrath, “Harold's wife is a stay at home Mum, they've got three kids and when she's not running around after them she's running around in the gym keeping herself tidy … I actually asked Harold tonight to ask Lucy, that's his wife, to pick up an application form for you, perhaps you could go with her and get yourself fit, it's always easier when you've got someone else to motivate you.”
That was the final biscuit.
“So you think I'm fat now as well as unworthy of praising my career?”
I placed my glass down on the table beside me. I didn't trust myself not to throw it and its contents all over my sanctimonious, ill-mannered husband. John showed no shift in his statement, it may have dawned on some that the comment was a tad untactful but not John; he seemed almost cheerful with his declaration.
“Well … you can't say that you're traditionally slim now can you, Eva?”
I rose from my chair and it was only then that John appeared conscious of my reaction. “I, John Cain am exactly the same size as when you met me, married me and vowed to love me regardless of anything else. I am not fat, and thank God I'm not as you say, 'traditionally slim' … I am a size fourteen which is average … I am healthy, fit and from what I can make out right at this moment, the only extra baggage I could do with losing is you!”
I left the conservatory, climbed the stairs to my room and began to pack my bag. I needed a break, it was time to go home for a while and re-collect my thoughts and future plans. If John was to be in those plans then things needed to change dramatically, but if he wasn't, then so be it. Once again, in as many weeks, I spent the night alone in our bed, John chose to sleep in his study, and this time I was grateful of his choice of bed rest.
The moment I awoke the next day my stomach lunged into despair, how had things come to this point? I lay still for a moment, trying to fathom out where it had all gone wrong, I hadn't cheated on him, stolen from him or given him cause to doubt my loyalty to him, I was a good wife, I ran a good home, saw to his every needs and financially I was independent from him therefore never having to ask him for monetary hand outs. I'd known from the start that his heart and soul were business and money orientated but always thought there was room in there for me too, how
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