I had a
conversation with myself in my head. ‘No, don’t go
back there. You said NEVER AGAIN. You have moved on. There IS NO GOING BACK.’
Then the alcohol spoke. ‘What the hell, who will know? I'm AN ADULT’ and threw
caution to the wind.
I’d forgotten how
heavy he would be, lying on the bed beside me.
It had been a while. He had put on a few pounds since he had the snip last year and his increasing girth had become a touchy subject. Still, better safe than sorry.
We cuddled close for warmth. The wine hit me and I fell asleep quickly.
I awoke early and
listened to his deep breath as he slept on.
I picked up my book and read quietly, trying to retrieve some of the
duvet. We cuddled close for warmth. The wine hit me and I fell asleep quickly.
The children wouldn’t be home for hours
yet. The house felt so different without
their presence. It had only been hours
since I had seen them, but I longed for their return.
I crept out of the bed and caught sight of myself in the mirror. The dregs of last nights make-up smudged down my face. A vision indeed in a rather old fashioned cotton nightdress that I came across, while rummaging in the bowels of my wardrobe late last night. ‘Good choice, you sexy bitch’, I whispered, winking at myself.
I looked back at
him in the bed thinking that it was too late for regrets now. He looked at me with one eye opened, but didn't really acknowledge me.I crept out of the bed and caught sight of myself in the mirror. The dregs of last nights make-up smudged down my face. A vision indeed in a rather old fashioned cotton nightdress that I came across, while rummaging in the bowels of my wardrobe late last night. ‘Good choice, you sexy bitch’, I whispered, winking at myself.
Back to bed with
a cuppa and toast, I thought that it had been a long time since anyone, other than Me Mammy, had brought
me breakfast in bed.
‘The children will be old enough to boil the kettle soon,’ I thought optimistically.
My sleeping
partner stirred. He looked happy to see
me and me him. ‘The children will be old enough to boil the kettle soon,’ I thought optimistically.
But then he was
gone
leaving dog hair and paw prints all over my crisp white duvet.
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