Doorway to Happiness
This is my quiet place. Where I go to be still. I first found it when out for a walk to get away from him. Ever since he retired he had taken over the house, each aspect of it and it really was doing my head in. I couldn’t go for a coffee with the girls anymore. They soon drifted away, stopped asking me to join them.
“It’s cheaper to have one at home. On the pension now, we are.”
If I heard it one more time, I would throw the tea pot at him. My book-club meetings were another nuisance for him.
“We can start our own little club, more intimate and share a pot of tea, just the two of us.”
When I protested to this, he said we needed to watch our petrol spend, could one of the other ladies pick me up and drop me off? I explained none of them lived close enough to do this. He nodded and asked, “What shall we read first to get us started?”
My days became lonely, the nights too. Now we were at retirement age, we could do without that side of marriage he winked.
So that’s why I came here. Peace. Tranquillity. Alone time.
Why let him away with being so controlling, my few friends left ask. He’s not that bad I laugh, maybe I’m exaggerating it a bit. I add.
But I am a patient woman. Patient and wise.
Amazing how the universe works, send it out and it shall be answered I was told and I did. Still his sudden heart attack surprised us all. Now when life is stressed for me I visit here and tell the universe my worries.
So far she has never let me down.