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Sunday, January 31, 2010

There but for the Grace of God............

 The following is a story. It is not autobiographical, but it is a story I can identify with.


She's lonely! He reminds her of just how lonely she is.... by a look, an "accidental" touch, a sotto voce double entendre.


She's been alone for seven years, well, not really alone, she has her adorable child. The child keeps her busy, frantic, overwhelmed sometimes, until now she's never felt truly achingly alone. Sure it would be nice to have a man in the house, to share the load, to cuddle, to commiserate with, to celebrate with. It hits her in times of extreme highs or lows, but it hasn't, until now, been a yearning, a constant need.


He's on a mission. He reminds her with his touch, his words, that she hasn't been intimate with a man in nearly eight years. Her mind, her heart, say NO! This is wrong, people will get hurt. His wife, her child, his child. Her stubborn, traitorous body rejects the consensus. She's HORNY dammit! She had forgotten this side of her nature, wishes now that it had stayed buried. She tries to avoid him at gatherings, his wife notices and wonders why. She's honest with her, the wife laughs it off, he's just an incorrigible flirt. Tell him you're uncomfortable, he'll back off. She does, a mistake. Now he knows. He's winning the battle! Her body is on his side, her heart and mind will capitulate.


He steps up his campaign. Calling her on one pretext or another when he is alone, telling her what he is doing to himself as he talks to her. She stops answering her mobile, but can't ignore the landline, what if it's an emergency, the child or her parents? She hangs up on him. But then he's there, at her front door, late, when her child is asleep, telling her he's sorry. He doesn't mean to hurt her, he loves his wife, but he's drawn to her. He will stop. He doesn't, he won't. He kisses her. Her mouth says NO! Her brain screams NO! Her body overrules with an emphatic YES! God YES! I have missed this! I love this!


It doesn't end well for her.

22 comments:

  1. 'Tis a very sad plight.

    I suspect this oldie of McCartney's probably resonates a bit with you, then:

    Every Day She Takes A Morning Bath She Wets Her Hair,
    Wraps A Towel Around Her
    As She's Heading For The Bedroom Chair,
    It's Just Another Day.
    Slipping Into Stockings,
    Stepping Into Shoes,
    Dipping In The Pocket Of Her Raincoat.
    Ah, It's Just Another Day.

    At The Office Where The Papers Grow She Takes A Break,
    Drinks Another Coffee
    And She Finds It Hard To Stay Awake,

    It's Just Another Day. Du Du Du Du Du
    It's Just Another Day. Du Du Du Du Du
    Lt's Just Another Day.

    Ay
    So Sad, So Sad,
    Sometimes She Feels So Sad.
    Alone In Her Apartment She'd Dwell,
    Till The Man Of Her Dreams Comes To Break The Spell.

    Ah, Stay, Don't Stand Around
    And He Comes And He Stays
    But He Leaves The Next Day,
    So Sad.
    Sometimes She Feels So Sad.

    As She Posts Another Letter To The Sound Of Five,
    People Gather 'Round Her
    And She Finds It Hard To Stay Alive,

    It's Just Another Day. Du Du Du Du Du
    It's Just Another Day. Du Du Du Du Du
    It's Just Another Day.

    Ay
    So Sad, So Sad,
    Sometimes She Feels So Sad.
    Alone In Her Apartment She'd Dwell,
    Till The Man Of Her Dreams Comes To Break The Spell.

    Ah, Stay, Don't Stand Around
    And He Comes And He Stays
    But He Leaves The Next Day,
    So Sad.
    Sometimes She Feels So Sad.

    Every Day She Takes A Morning Bath She Wets Her Hair,
    Wraps A Towel Around Her
    As She's Heading For The Bedroom Chair,
    It's Just Another Day.

    Slipping Into Stockings,
    Stepping Into Shoes,
    Dipping In The Pockets Of Her Raincoat.

    Ah, It's Just Another Day. Du Du Du Du Du
    It's Just Another Day. Du Du Du Du Du
    It's Just Another Day.

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  2. My policy on men that wrong you and then whine they want you back is you kick em in the nuts and set the dogs on them.

    The kind of dogs the council has laws against.

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  3. YD: Yes it's asd, and sadly I can see myself in the same position once upon a time.

    As for the other: Yeah, that resonates, but not because my lover is married, he's not, and I assume that's what this describes. More that he's just so FKN far away.

    Quokka: I'm with you on that, sorta! Though I have to be honest and remember that the early years with FS were no picnic.

    SorrySorry99: Errr Welcome? I think?

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  4. Q: Or the current ones for that matter, though I think things are improving. We'll know more after we spend 8 full days (and nights) together later this month.

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  5. Mostly me being flippant of course...if you haven't seen Meryl Streep's latest movie 'Its Complicated' I think you'd enjoy it.

    I went out to see it with a friend yesterday and we got many a good laugh out of the whole 'rekindled romance gone wrong' thing.

    Nice to see a rom com with people over 50 as the lead characters, too.

    Mind, we did have to dodge a few zimmer frames afterwards and we did look at each other and think 'Sh*t. It's official. We've joined the Nanna club.'

    that's tightarse Tuesday for you.

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  6. If you ever SHOULD wish to set some unauthorized dogs on anyone, Mayhem, I can rustle up a pack for you.

    Nice piece!

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  7. I'm waiting for you all to slink off here and ask what I got in trouble for at CBG.
    Since nobody is here yet I'll just start without you.

    I made tasteless, inaccurate, and defamatory remarks about someone by the name of '****' and recent headlines about accusations of tax evasion in the national papers.

    All in the hopes of confusing PNB, but I seem to have gone one better by getting deleted.
    I'm off on doggy walkies.

    I feel so NAUGHTY!

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  8. Quokka, I feel naughty too but fot totally different reasons........

    MM: Welcome back, I will remember your kind offer. Also, keep that strop handy willya.

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  9. Dinner with the ex?
    either far to civilised or there is game afoot.

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  10. Game? Nbob you malign me sir! FYI, very civilised, the naughty part relates to a phone call while driving home. Hands free of course.

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  11. Faff.
    That's all I can manage on 9 fingers.

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  12. I take it you won't be coming up for air during those 8 days, Mayhem. Bummer, I was hoping for a few nights of drunken debauchery.

    But seriously, I've heard nothing about the Melbourne Burger get-together. Have you heard if the big fella's still planning on coming down this way too? I'm hoping to be there, (wherever 'there' is) if the Boss has healed enough for me to leave him unattended with the kidlets for an evening. Yesterday he tried to remove his finger with a mallet. His nose-picking finger. I'm not game to leave him alone with them just yet, as I strongly suspect he will ask them to pick his nose for him. And they'll do it.

    I'd be there like a shot to cheer for you and Fireman Sam, but it appears Rhino has gored a few too many holes in the outfit, and I can't imagine what these stains are on the pompoms. Correction, I don't WANT to imagine what these stains are. (it ain't faerie wee!) He's also stretched the top out of shape - his boobs are bigger than mine.

    Has anyone tried the new almond picnic bars yet? I suspect any woman could say "no" to a mere man if there was an almond picnic bar waiting for her in the fridge.

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  13. Catty: Wellll...the weekends will be pretty much yeah you know, but FS is working through the week. I'll have the days free to catch up with people, and I do want to spend an evening with the sisters so I can see the kids.

    Sam has told his boss that he won't work any OT the week I'm there, which means it's likely he'll finish around 3:30 / 4 o'clock. He knows I want to spend some time in the city, and won't have a problem collecting me on those days.

    As far as a burger catch up, I have told Bangar that it's his responsibility to make the arrangements. He's picked up some of JB's books for me at a VERY good price, so we need to meet up for the exchange. Bangar in turn has decided to defer to GuruBob on where to eat, tho' not sure if GB is aware of that as yet. Also not sure if this will be a lunch or evening catch up. Have to wait for B to get back to me with details. I'll start hassling him in a couple of weeks if I haven't heard anything. Will definitely keep you in the loop. Still have your email and phone number.

    On another note, FS told me last nite that he and his Dad are moving house. He's very pleased to inform me that the bathroom has a spa bath. Without going into detail, we quite like spa baths, and try to stay somewhere that has one when we're together. My only concern is how to .........no never mind, I said no details!

    Also haven't heard any more on JB's trip down on Feb. 14. Far as I know it's still on, but you know this mob, they'll faff around for a couple of days beforehand then come up with a last minute plan that FK knows how, will actually work.

    Chocolate? I can has chocolate any ol' time!

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  14. Mmmmmm. Chocolate. It's the reason I have a stomach.

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  15. Catty it must be the week for injured digits.
    I heard almond and my brain automatically shunted down the Darrell Lea Bulgarian Rock single track in my mind that relates to all things almond.

    I'm still pissed off that they've stopped making pollywoffles.

    Mayhem in my experience JB gives them about 2 days notice - sometimes less - before he saddles up and heads south.

    Although that's on the blog and I do believe he has other means of communication. The kind that might send me insane.

    Sounds like you have your holiday all organized. If it was me all I'd be thinking about is places to eat.

    I've just thought of something that might piss Lobes off. Gotta go.

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  16. My favourite always has been, and always will be, the Walnut Log. The strawberry creams run a close second, though. A very, very close second.

    Mmmmmm. Strawberry creams.

    Which reminds me, I'm also particularly fond of Krispy Kreme. They've opened a branch near my house. Happy, happy, happy, happy!

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  17. Updates! It is time for Updates!

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  18. Quokka, coming soon..... as soon as I think of something to update about. Have been very bored and boring of late.

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  19. For some reason I thought you'd be in Melbourne on Valentine's Day.
    Duh.

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  20. Nah love, that was JB, tho' I did consider it at one stage.

    Have a blog post written in my mind, but waiting 'til tomorrow nite when I have a bit of privacy in the house. It's sensitive. Check back late tomorrow night or Wednesday morning.

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  21. OK.

    I found a few good references on bullying out there in cyberspace if your kid is still having trouble with wankers at work.

    We've got a fresh batch of tossers in the flats next door so I'm having to think up new strategies to deal with the aggro that they dish up when they're pissed.

    General consensus on bullies seems to be give them nothing, don't respond, don't engage, don't feed them, and if they're online - I think we girls know a few of them - you treat them like they don't exist. Which, of course, would be the ideal solution to that problem, but God and the Devil rarely seem to dispatch such to the hot and smelly place where they belong.

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Faff is acceptable.