The End Of A Marriage

The End of a Marriage I took the boat ferry from my hometown to Newcastle town stayed in a B & B hotel bought a used car and drove to the Wirral booked into a hotel and visited my wife she was busy getting her daughters children to bed, when that was done, she needed a bath then it was ten o`clock I was getting tired; she came down dressed in a bathrobe had a towel on her head and wore lipstick I had just come to talk, and the house reeked of children`s vomit the idea of sleeping with her made me cringe. Told her I was not feeling well and bad my farewell drove back to my hotel, parked and opened a bottle of wine relieved to be free from that part of my life; drove to Southampton I think and took a ferry to Spain, from there the slow scenic road to Portugal. The breakdown of our marriage made me sad but not unhappy I had married her at a time when I was depress when the fog lifted I wanted to be free of a relationship that lacked the warmth of comradeship, a working class woman who was also a racist and her anti-Semitic stance was not based on logic I resented the small mindedness reading -THE SUN newspaper in a pub mentality- and refused to help when I struggled to run a café; something about her fingernails… A lie of love was over it was past midnight and the music stopped it was time to leave the matrimonial rostrum.