GET GONE
The Beginning of an End to a Beginning
by Eduardo

She came to see me in the lodge and sat down, obviously feeling sad about her thoughts and asked me
"Do you want our marriage to end?"
"It's not been a question of what I want for many years. Its been a fact of what will be." I answered calmly.
She started to recall to show blame that I have forced her to all this.
"Whoa." I quickly stopped her. "Its not all those things that have been the problem. They were just the ups and downs of a relationship and despite their unusualness, I have and can deal with all of them. It's this karma of yours that demands a Mr Rich and I cannot compete with that. That is why we are where we are now, nothing else."
"But I will have money from the job." She came back.
"Do you really think your job is going to pay you enough for ten grand first class trips? Not to mention all the other luxuries you crave for." Then I explained once again the cold financial facts to her.
"Even if you get a job for fifty grand a year, after tax and deductions you will be worse off than you are now as far as disposable income is concerned."
"I might sell the book." Came an automatic reply.
"Yes darling." I agreed. "And I must make more money to build a new life for myself."
That was that and off she went, still pondering in thought. She came back just now to say goodnight to Liam and I. It's only eight but guess this is draining her, and me.

Cant wait to be out tomorrow with Liam and maybe, just maybe might see some place that's suitable. Either way, we will both have a good swim.

  Thursday 19th 23:50

  Phew what a day. Hours of driving and miles of house hunting .  Really glad Liam came along though as in his own way, he helped a lot.  We went from one agents office to another, whichever street or road they could be found. Actually looked at a couple of detached possible's, though despite their outward appearance, were just tiny town house rooms inside. The best possibilities we could not see right there and then, so brought all the property sheets home and will arrange to go back Monday or Tuesday next week to view the better ones as I need a rest tomorrow.  Looking at the brochures I could find dozens of fantastic places from a two bed penthouse to a four bed beach house with verandas looking over the beach and bay and all well within budget.  But absolutely no way to integrate the office and still retain privacy from the home itself. There is one which though not what I would prefer, especially after looking at some of the fabulous locations seen today, could be perfect. Five bed off a promenade side street set on three floors with a separate two bed self contained basement flat.  Plenty of other very cheap and nearby one bed flats for my webmaster and a whole basement flat for an office.  Not exactly a salubrious neighbourhood full of B&B's, kiss me quick hat day trippers with Aunty Maude and candy shops around the corner.   Lively though.  Of course the benefit of five minutes away from miles of sandy beach's, even if full of tourists, has it's benefits.  Along with the odd 'plop' on the bonce from a gorged seagull and chips on the pavement instead of chewing gum. One huge blessing with some seaside towns is that seniors so outnumber hoodies, that there is hardly any around. You may not get robbed, beaten up or stabbed by a hoodie,  but you may well be run over by the odd electric mobility chair now and again or even worse, trampled on by a coach load of weight watcher granny's as they race for the cream scones and tea rooms.

  Been there before in a quaint seaside town.  Life would have been much better then had I been as wise as now.  The golden rule when entering and getting the best of this community is do not integrate with the locals. Be polite, respectful and always a gentleman but not too chatty.  Seaside towns have two mainstream underflows that pin the community together, the locals and the resident estrangerio's. Most of the later keep themselves to themselves, except at the golf course country clubs.  While the former respect you far greater when a distance is maintained.

  As they say "It's not over until the fat lady sings."  So nothing is certain yet about where or what will be my new castle, there are many agents to yet speak with and properties to be seen.  Even offered a newly restored four bed farm house today.  In the middle of a copse in the middle of miles of fields but a road past the driveway.  Looked ideal if there had been a cowshed converted into living nearby for my colleague.  Anyway, I doubt if they have even heard of high speed broadband out there, let alone be connected. About the fastest thing in the middle of that field, will be a randy old bull chasing some young cow.  Lucky devil.

  Spoke a little with Eliza over some hot food Liam and I had brought back.  She has been house working hard all day and looked tired and ready for bed, which duly followed.  At least the housework buzz is true to form. She will keep a very shiny house for another few weeks and then the confinement of it will bite hard.  Unless of course, the new male cleaner who sounds foreign on the phone, arrives on Monday for the interview and she likes him. Cant wait to see who she chooses. While Eliza may be utilize spiritual karma and senses for choice, I'm more interested in his integrity and honesty considering the value and work that goes on here. Cant say I have any special reason to trust those spiritual senses as they have not always worked for her very well in the past. There is only need to remember the maid she liked in Morocco who got us arrested for praying, or her boyfriend who broke in one night and stole personal clothes and valuables while we slept. All her friends and family except one, for the time being, have been permanently "crossed off her christmas card list", as I jokingly call it. To be a crossed off name on that list, means just that, total cut off!
  Which reminds me, if I happen to find myself a petite young black girl as companion, I will also be off that list.  But as if that is really going to bother me then. It's certainly of no concern now as the path I travel when leaving this place will be my path alone and free from external dictation or persuasion and that is written in stone.

Friday 15:28
  Woke up at around eleven today and feeling really whacked after yesterday.  Eliza is out at college doing the computer course.  After a refreshing coffee I got some work done at last. Then Liam reminded me to get some shopping so off we went to Sainsbury's.  E was home by the time we returned and seemed quite happy.  Wish I could say the same.  Sat here now I am of mixed feelings, one part of me is saying get on with it, the other becomes depressed and deeply sad at this parting.  You don't spend sixteen years with someone who you believe to be a soul mate, without forming very deep bonds.

Saturday 10:58
   After a good nights sleep I awoke to hear Eliza downstairs on the phone.  When she gets excited she speaks quite loud, so I just laid and listened as she spoke with Valencia.  How the new man in her life would be a Muslim as then she is not committing a sin by living off someone.  She expects to be one of his many wives.  The conversation went on and on about the same old fantasy's and eventually I just got up, went down stairs, hello and went for a coffee.

  I noticed some notes scribbled on her ever growing to do list with things like open a bank account, cancel the milkman etc.  Some new items had been added to the list concerning more things she is going to ask for from me.  Like all the domain names and websites, I think she's planning on asking for half!! This woman lives in cuckoo land.  Suddenly all the things I've' done and bought are good enough for her after all. They say you don't realise what you've got until you loose it, well she is starting to realise, though much to late. Don't quite know what is going through her illusionary mind at this moment, but things are certainly not going to go the way she's presently thinking.  What, I build a palace and leave it, move out for Mr Rich Dick and start all over again from scratch, pay all the bills, give her 200 a week pocket money and now, she wants some of this and some of that.  She must be joking and enough is enough.  If she pushes it, then Liam or not, I'm gone. Far, far away.

  Have to go out and buy Liam some more trousers and trainers for the school holiday in Derby next week.  Its on a muddy farm so he will need plenty of changing clothes. Suppose i shall have to continue buying everything for him as I doubt her multi wives Mr Rich Dick man will.  That I have never minded, at least he shows genuine appreciation most of the time and that's reward enough for me. I really need to leave here sooner than later and trying to pull things forwards, even if it does mean living on a bread line for two months without much furniture. Anything is better than this slow torture.

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