Tragedy Worthy of Shakespeare (pt 4)  

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9/9/2006 7:13 am

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Tragedy Worthy of Shakespeare (pt 4)


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By the time we had run up £30,000 in debts (this did take 5 years) it was becoming apparent that we really needed to sort it. Mary was having trouble finding a 'proper job' and continued to work part time. So I decided to start my own business - an internet company - to try and suppliment the income.
Mary is quite deaf and although with the new hearing aids I insisted she had she could hear what was said, she had never been able to detect intonation very well. She often mistook a joke for a slight - most probably as some form of protection after being taunted relentlessly all through her school years. In fact, just recently, her uncle told me he had always had to say things like "Joke - you must laugh now", whenever he fell foul of that. I wish he'd told me earlier. You see. I have always viewed life as a bit of a joke and all my friends know that every other sentence I utter is a joke. But you need to be able to detect intonation to get it.
Anyway, I started working in the evenings to make sure we could keep our perfect house. mary used to watch TV a lot, so I did not realise that I was generating a problem. She got bored. Oh the business worked Ok - made over £3,000 profit in the first year, with a turnover of £15,000. It did not really help the debts - Mary is a shopoholic. She simply cannot walk past a building with a till in it.
Sitting, night after night in front of the TV, she let herself go. She piled on the pounds (adding about 50 pounds to her waist), let her hair fall out of style, wearing the same clothes all the time etc etc. I did not ever want to upset her by telling her so, so I made light of it - made jokes. I didn't tell her it was time to laugh and so she began to think I'd fallen out of love with her. I hadn't - despite it all she was still the love of my life.
We were skint and I was always knackered, so 'Can we go out for a meal tonight' was usually met with 'I'm tired' or (worse) 'I'm busy'. But not once, not ever did I stop worshipping the ground she walked on.
The sex was still great - she said I was the best lover she had ever had and it was very rare that she only came the once.
Mary is a great cook, an experienced nurse, fantastic in bed, gorgeous to look at, totally loyal and supportive - what more could any man want? Oh - and she loves football too and drinks pints. Oh God I miss her.

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