After all the lies become
unbearable, you begin to wonder just how much truth been spoken, then as all the "agony aunts"
would say it is time for goodbyes.
If we put so much faith into these wise old ladies, of various press
pages, then why am I so completely indifferent
towards the whole situation that I find myself in at this present time in my life?
Oh times have been
difficult for me over the last few months of my love life and being the pessimist that I really am, I say to myself endlessly
that everything will sort itself out.
Yes but it always does, we
all have problems in our lives, I am really no individual.
Just look at Mavis and her John, why he has been having
an affair for at least two years and she
only found this out after a longer time than I mine.
Only after one and a half
years of his screwing around did she
cotton on that he had never belonged to any Gentleman's Sports Club. The beautiful body he had developed
was not from pushing iron, but simply from
being adored by some other dame, and their sexual games played on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday afternoons.
How was she to know that
when he said he was tired from been
at 'gym', he really meant Sally. Where did it leave her, after all the
screaming and shouting, hurt and rejection, guilt and empty promises?
Now she keeps the house,
and he sees the children on Tuesdays, Thursdays and yes, Saturday afternoons.
He now lives in a rented
apartment above the butcher in Willesden Green, and has to face the life of the bachelor.
At closing time,
desperately asking the barmaid if she'd join him for a coffee at some all night joint, he knows of downtown. He can't
stand going back to the empty room which
has not been cleaned for a week, the sitting there all alone wondering where it all went so completely wrong.
I assure you that this
man is just lonely with no other
connotations. So what was it really worth?
Is this a drama on male
narcissism, or had sex really left the marriage, or has it anything to do with boredom.
In a recent survey, it was
said that 3000 married men in this day
and age had affairs, it did not go on to say how may married men there were,
but to no avail, because it still
gives a woman hope.
Well if so many married
men need to go elsewhere for
stimulation, then it does not matter if my George is doing the same. Maybe,
this is just part of my post-feminist philosophy, or my greater fear of living
alone.
Is it worth losing the
mortgage, the joint bank-account, use of the car on weekends for shopping, plus his plastic money? Just because my
man needs to fulfil his sexual appetite!
Is that so wrong - in a
world full of so many natural disasters, nuclear warfare, unemployment, rising
rates and taxes, and the constant chatter
of war - or am I basically a masochist...as Billy Holiday rambles on…..
"It cost me a lot,
but there one thing that I've got, that’s my man,
Cold and wet, tired you'll
bet all of this I'll soon forget with my man.
Two or three girls has he
that he likes as well as me, but I love him.
I don't know why I should,
he isn't true........what can I do?"
Oh yes, Miss Holiday you
had it right all the time.
MedusaMoon ã 2012
