In the three years I had been married to Henry, it had never crossed my mind he would physically harm me, but in his present state of mind I thought it a definite possibility. He was in a rage of such intensity, I considered all possibilities to be likely, and so just stood still in the corner of the room, and allowed the carnage to continue.
I had little sympathy for him now, after all this was his own doing. His secretary, who had left and hour ago, had come round to tell all. And she had a lot to tell. She exposed their love affair in far more detail than I needed. I had a little suspicion for some time and was gaining the courage to ask. Well there was no point now, all the cards were in the table and all the secrets and the lies were exposed.
I said I wanted a divorce. “You can fucking have one,” was his reply. He then began packing his things into his suitcase. Then loading the car, and finally he was done;
he left and slammed the door.
I calmed my nerves, pored a drink and sat on a stall in the kitchen; some time passed and allowed me to think. What was I to do now, how would I live, Henry made all the money; I had never even had a job. My only comfort was the house, it was all mine, left to me by my father. So I was free, thirty six years old, and the owner of a five bedroom house.
But no income.
I was brought out of my thoughts by a knock on the back door, I knew who it was, there was only one person who done this.
I opened the door to see my gardener, he was a young man, twenty, the last time asked.
His blond hair was generally untidy, but this only added to his charm. As per usual he passed his hand through it as he spoke. He was always awkward and shy around me, it was an obvious crush.
“Hi, Just letting you know I’m here, I’ll make a start with all the leaves, then weed out the borders. This was his usual manor, he would let me know he was here, and then proceed to tell me what he was going to do for the day. I would usually let his finish and then let him get on with it. Today was different, Fist I just wanted someone to talk too, next I wanted him to know about Henry.
I said I had something to talk about and asked him in, he became even more nervous. I asked him if he wanted a drink, “Orange Juice please, if you have it.” I sorted his drink and sat back on my stall.
I need to let you know Henry has moved out, he won’t be coming back. I think it best if you only come round every other week from now on.
“O, that’s ok, if you want ill come once a week, but for the same money”
I told him I can’t allow that, but thanked him for the offer.
He left and stared work, I went to my bedroom to tidy up as I looked out the window I saw him in the garden, I thought he was willing to come round just to be near me, I still had a sexual power. May be this is what I needed to develop. If he was willing maybe there were others.