Post by smiffy on Apr 29, 2006 11:53:50 GMT
This is all fiction, not places or people have been hurt in the making of this, nor are any likely to be!
"This isn’t working out, is it?”
“What do you mean? What’s not working out?”
“Us. Here.”
“You want to move back? Why? I thought you liked it?”
Andrew shook his head. “I can’t stand it. I feel tied down.”
“But you wanted to move here! Why? Why change your mind now?”
“Look Beth, I’m sorry. I made a mistake. I thought it would be for the best. You know, fresh start and all that. What can I say? I was wrong. I need to go back.”
Beth sat down. The children’s packed lunches didn’t seem important now. “So why do you feel more tied down here, than you did a couple of months ago in Hemmingford? What’s changed? You chose the job. We chose the house.” Her voice was unsteady, she tried to hold herself together, and hold her marriage together. She felt she was failing.
“Hemmingford had everything there”
“But I thought we were everything! Me, and the children!”
“Sorry.”
“For Pete’s sake stop saying sorry and tell me what’s going on!” Her voice raised, her temper was rising! What gave him the right to uproot them all, and move north, then decide HE wasn’t happy and He wanted to move, by all accounts, alone. Beth had just finished decorating their lovely little cottage, she had worked so hard, now he wanted to pack up and go off again! What about the children? What would they do? They had just settled into school, would they want to go back to Hemmingford?
“So when do we go back then?” Beth asked, tears falling down her cheeks.
“Sorry, Beth. I don’t think you understand. I will go back, on my own.”
“You what?” She screamed! “What do you mean, you will go back? Where do we fit in? What’s going to happen to us?”
“You’ve always said you like it here. I thought you would rather stay, than come back” The anguish on Andrews face at breaking the news to Beth, his wife for fourteen years, was apparent. “I am going to go on my own. I met someone before we moved. We have kept in contact. I can’t live like this, with you and me here, and Susan in Hemmingford.”
“You miss her that much?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Well, you’d better go then. Go on! Clear out! NOW!”
“I’ll go in the morning. We’ll tell the children first.”
“Wrong! I’ll tell the children! You leave now!”
“But I had a drink! What if I get stopped?”
Beth just wanted Andrew gone, the rage inside her brimming. She couldn’t care about him being stopped by the police. She couldn’t care if he had an accident. The man she had loved had been lying to her.
“How long?”
“How long what?”
“The affaire. How long? Have you slept with her? Who is she? How did you meet?”
“You aren’t acting reasonable at the moment. We will talk in the morning.”
Beth banged her hands on the table, “You tell me now! Then you can clear out!” Tears streamed down her face.
Beth sat down again, as Andrew told her the whole sorry story. He had met Susan through work. She had visited the small office to enquire about the firm of architects drawing up the plans for her barn conversion. He was assigned the task. It meant working closely with her; he gave ideas, what he would do with the barn. He took her out for the odd meal, one thing led to another.
“So why did we move then?”
“I knew I had to try and save what we had. The opportunity came up to move here, and I took it.”
“If you’d kept it in your pants we wouldn’t have this problem” spat Beth.
“Oh! And you’ve never looked before?”
“Oh I looked! But I never touched! I wouldn’t have! I loved you too much! I loved what we had! Our lives together!” The lives that were now crumbling around her. Beth felt tired. She looked weary.
“I want you to go now. I want to go to bed.”
“I’ll stop tonight and go in the morning.”
“Nope. You go now.” Beth went upstairs, packed Andrew’s gym bag with some things for him, and retuned downstairs. “I’ve got some stuff here for you. Collect the rest later.”
“Where will I go tonight?”
“Do I care? Go to Sharon or whatever her name is. Just go.”
Andrew knew he was defeated. He stood up, picked up his bag and went to the door. Beth turned away from him, tears falling down her face.
“I will support you and the kids.”
“Too right you will!”
With that, Andrew left the house. Beth fell onto the sofa, stuffed her face into the cushion and sobbed. At some point during the night, she got up and finished the children’s lunches and went to bed, where she cried some more.
the story continues, with Beth going through the turmoil of her loved one leaving her. She does have an escape, she belongs to a forum, where people have silly names. Beths is Bet Onahorse, her friend is Helen Highwater and another pal is Wayne Coat. She decided to honour an agreement with Helen to go to a bash, her ex hubby would be returning to Whitby to look after the children, and her friend Chrissy to ensure all was well. Beth goes to the Duram bash, where she ........
I'm still writing! This isnt a short story, but it may turn into a full size one! I still have a lot of ideas, and if anyone wants their 'name' to be used, let me know!
"This isn’t working out, is it?”
“What do you mean? What’s not working out?”
“Us. Here.”
“You want to move back? Why? I thought you liked it?”
Andrew shook his head. “I can’t stand it. I feel tied down.”
“But you wanted to move here! Why? Why change your mind now?”
“Look Beth, I’m sorry. I made a mistake. I thought it would be for the best. You know, fresh start and all that. What can I say? I was wrong. I need to go back.”
Beth sat down. The children’s packed lunches didn’t seem important now. “So why do you feel more tied down here, than you did a couple of months ago in Hemmingford? What’s changed? You chose the job. We chose the house.” Her voice was unsteady, she tried to hold herself together, and hold her marriage together. She felt she was failing.
“Hemmingford had everything there”
“But I thought we were everything! Me, and the children!”
“Sorry.”
“For Pete’s sake stop saying sorry and tell me what’s going on!” Her voice raised, her temper was rising! What gave him the right to uproot them all, and move north, then decide HE wasn’t happy and He wanted to move, by all accounts, alone. Beth had just finished decorating their lovely little cottage, she had worked so hard, now he wanted to pack up and go off again! What about the children? What would they do? They had just settled into school, would they want to go back to Hemmingford?
“So when do we go back then?” Beth asked, tears falling down her cheeks.
“Sorry, Beth. I don’t think you understand. I will go back, on my own.”
“You what?” She screamed! “What do you mean, you will go back? Where do we fit in? What’s going to happen to us?”
“You’ve always said you like it here. I thought you would rather stay, than come back” The anguish on Andrews face at breaking the news to Beth, his wife for fourteen years, was apparent. “I am going to go on my own. I met someone before we moved. We have kept in contact. I can’t live like this, with you and me here, and Susan in Hemmingford.”
“You miss her that much?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Well, you’d better go then. Go on! Clear out! NOW!”
“I’ll go in the morning. We’ll tell the children first.”
“Wrong! I’ll tell the children! You leave now!”
“But I had a drink! What if I get stopped?”
Beth just wanted Andrew gone, the rage inside her brimming. She couldn’t care about him being stopped by the police. She couldn’t care if he had an accident. The man she had loved had been lying to her.
“How long?”
“How long what?”
“The affaire. How long? Have you slept with her? Who is she? How did you meet?”
“You aren’t acting reasonable at the moment. We will talk in the morning.”
Beth banged her hands on the table, “You tell me now! Then you can clear out!” Tears streamed down her face.
Beth sat down again, as Andrew told her the whole sorry story. He had met Susan through work. She had visited the small office to enquire about the firm of architects drawing up the plans for her barn conversion. He was assigned the task. It meant working closely with her; he gave ideas, what he would do with the barn. He took her out for the odd meal, one thing led to another.
“So why did we move then?”
“I knew I had to try and save what we had. The opportunity came up to move here, and I took it.”
“If you’d kept it in your pants we wouldn’t have this problem” spat Beth.
“Oh! And you’ve never looked before?”
“Oh I looked! But I never touched! I wouldn’t have! I loved you too much! I loved what we had! Our lives together!” The lives that were now crumbling around her. Beth felt tired. She looked weary.
“I want you to go now. I want to go to bed.”
“I’ll stop tonight and go in the morning.”
“Nope. You go now.” Beth went upstairs, packed Andrew’s gym bag with some things for him, and retuned downstairs. “I’ve got some stuff here for you. Collect the rest later.”
“Where will I go tonight?”
“Do I care? Go to Sharon or whatever her name is. Just go.”
Andrew knew he was defeated. He stood up, picked up his bag and went to the door. Beth turned away from him, tears falling down her face.
“I will support you and the kids.”
“Too right you will!”
With that, Andrew left the house. Beth fell onto the sofa, stuffed her face into the cushion and sobbed. At some point during the night, she got up and finished the children’s lunches and went to bed, where she cried some more.
the story continues, with Beth going through the turmoil of her loved one leaving her. She does have an escape, she belongs to a forum, where people have silly names. Beths is Bet Onahorse, her friend is Helen Highwater and another pal is Wayne Coat. She decided to honour an agreement with Helen to go to a bash, her ex hubby would be returning to Whitby to look after the children, and her friend Chrissy to ensure all was well. Beth goes to the Duram bash, where she ........
I'm still writing! This isnt a short story, but it may turn into a full size one! I still have a lot of ideas, and if anyone wants their 'name' to be used, let me know!