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

 You know I think she has really lost not only touch with present reality but now, the past is becoming more and more distorted and facts are becoming substituted almost on a daily basis.
For example she has come into the office about going to the view the new house, I of course must chauffeur. Then she added.
"Yes you can wait for me so we can go to the building society and get your name taken off the account. So you will need your passport or something."
Now there is a slight problem. My past gave my dual identity for many years, one of which I allowed to elapse long ago. This savings account is from the early ninths. Even her name is her ex-husbands on the account passbook.
She started on about how my name had only gone on it a couple of years ago.
"It was ages ago while we lived in Portugal." I reminded her.
Oh dear, another challenge. She started persisting I am wrong and it was only a few years ago while we lived in Hampton.
No matter how hard I tried, she just got more and more 'I'm telling you' attitude. So I just shouted back.
"That's your problem. Not only the present and future all screwed up in fantasy, your changing all the past into your way it happened. I'm telling you, it was ages ago and despite which what so important about it?"
"Ill asked them!" She countermanded. "Then you will see!" Complete of course my the inevitable wagging finger of authority.
"Yes we will see. Then you will wake up to the reality that your versions of reality are merely illusionary versions!"
I snapped back, growing increasingly agitated by her persistence.
She just stormed off muttering something about you will see. A little later she came back out and asked.
"Are you ready?"
That was it, down tools and ferry her off to see this cottage and sign away best of a grand to her at the building society. I was not in a very good mood about it all and it showed. The drive there was in virtual silence 'i'm glad to say. As every conversation we have now, always comes immediately round to someone's blame and I just cannot deal with that continued humiliation from her any longer. I really wish she was moving today, not because I don't still love her, I must do. But because I just cannot take her continued demeanour attitude, not just towards me, but everyone. Constantly praising herself as always providing for herself without some useless man around. Me now of course. And then how she has all these powers and how she is going to have this and have that. Her going to have list is without ending and I should know.
I parked nearby and out sight as I had already explained to her earlier why I wanted no more direct involvement with this place of hers, or in fact anything else. She had obviously asked why and I told her.
"As with everything thing else since I've known you, if your life goes well and I hope it does, while you are living there. Then you will tell everyone how you chanted for the right place and the Buddha provided it for you."
She listened and actually allowed me to continue, which is very rare, very rare indeed.
"If on the other hand things go pear shaped." I carried on. "Then your story will be how I found it for you and it wasn't your karma that selected it. How I emailed the woman and arranged the appointment you will add as final proof, that I or my karma are to blame." As you have always done since I have known you."

  So off she goes to see this place, which I still have not seen, only from agents photo. Less than ten minutes later she is back and gets into the car.
"Well?" I asked.
"Yes." She firmly replied. I liked its karma and it will do nicely."
Tell you, I felt so relieved the first hurdle of several was over.
As we drove off to the building society the conversation got increasingly edgy and once more delved into how my friends were all commoners and how she was going to mix with dignitaries and royalty. How I could not afford to take her to String Fellas and celebrity parties or places like that.
Obviously my anger mounted at more very unjustified slanders against my ability were said. So it was not a pleasant drive. Finding somewhere to park, its into the building society and the first question, or actually demand to the cashier as she handed her the savings book was.
"I want to know when this person was added to this account." Meaning I of course. Well the young girl searched on the computer through the account and found nothing as I thought. This was about fifteen years ago and information like that is archived after about five years. I heard the girl inform Eliza that she could not go back that far and it would have to come from head office.
"But it was here in this branch only a few years ago when I lived in Hampton." She sort of pleaded and demanded all at once and becoming very agitated by the fact, that what she believed was not being found immediately. Which is normal Eliza behaviour.
"'i'm sorry." The young lady replied. The records for this branch only go back for six years and it is not shown here. The name was added before that."
I don't think Eliza heard everything the cashier was telling her and just impatiently said.
"Oh all right then." Continuing with "So can you take his name off the account?"
Eliza duly forwarded a form to me for signature, which I did and handed back. Then went off and watched the news on their big screen, not really wanting any more to do with the matter. I think the cashier raised a request for the information Eliza wanted, as she was extremely persistent about it. When or if it ever arrives, I don't really care I know it will say around the early nineties and she will just dismiss the news as "Oh well." Screw it up, throw it in the bin and pretend it never happened. Well not the way it did anyway. I know, because that is what she has always done when the illusion fails to materialise and that's been many times in her life.

  We left the building society and walked to a nearby place for coffee. We simultaneously recognised the place and Eliza turned to me.
"That's the place Liam got locked in the toilet. You remember?"
"Yes, I remember I laughed back. It thawed the ice a little, but we are to far down this path and it soon frosted over again.
It was really funny though looking back. Liam always had this fascination for toilets, right from toddling. Every single place we went to he wanted to use the toilet. Even places obviously without, he would still ask.
"Is there a toilet here?"
We all used to joke and say he should have his own web site "Toilets of the World dot com."
Well this day off he goes to the loo and having the special needs he did at the time, fiddled around with the locks. The minutes went by and no sign of Liam. Until the owner of the cafe comes over to us and says our son is locked in the toilet and not to worry.
Not to worry? Oh course we worried. Turns out from talking to Liam through the locked outer door, that the inner door is also locked. Even worse, no one had a key for this lock that no one else had ever activated!
So we all waited for the local locksmith, who ended up ripping a piece of the door off and gaining access.
Liam came out all concerned but also somewhat excited by the whole attention experience. Every one else was more concerned about Liam than us, who knew the antics he sometimes got up to and how he could deal with them.
   That was many years ago when we arrived back here from Morocco and we have often been past the place and thought of going in for a drink. Well today we did. Ironical really, the last place I shall possibly take her for coffee and one of the first we visited.

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