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All aboard the roller coaster.

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I kept telling myself that the Universe was supposedly looking after us, but sometimes unfolding events made it hard to hold onto that thought.

At first, it seemed as if things had begun unravelling almost immediately She returned home, starting with Her job.

She had worked tirelessly and with little or no thanks for an ex-partner, practically running his business for him for eight years and he had treated Her appallingly the whole time. But that was nothing to what he had in store when She got home from our holiday together.

Within a week of Her getting home She had rung me and said that She had been called for a meeting with The Idiot (our own term of endearment for him) and casually added that; “I think he might be going to try and fire me.”

WHAT?!

Apparently while She’d been away he’d been interrogating the rest of the staff, (all of whom are Her friends) trying to find out what She was doing in England and generally poking his nose in where it didn’t belong. She took this to be a sign of his intention to make our lives as difficult as possible, bearing in mind that we were anticipating a long wait while She saved up her wages to pay for visas and plane tickets and She would need every last dollar She could earn in the meantime.

If She got fired, She lost Her income, Her medical insurance (when The Idiot remembered to pay it, that is)  and the house She and Her daughter lived in, accommodation being part of Her employment.
Yet She seemed strangely upbeat and unconcerned as She headed into the meeting, saying She’d call me back soon.

I was expecting a long, anxious wait (the thought that I once considered an hour or so a “long, anxious wait” almost amuses me now) but She was back in less than twenty minutes, for all the world sounding like someone who’d just had a pleasant afternoon chat with a friend.
Even when She said; “Oh well, looks like I’ve been fired.” and my stomach turned over, even then I could hear the smile in Her voice.

“How can you be so calm about it, I’d be frantic?”
Don’t you see, he’s done us a favour?”
– {dumbly, stunned} “What do you mean, how are you going to live?”

Of course I’d fallen into what would become my default state in these situations – blind panic and instant fear that everything was crashing down around our ears, just as we’d found each other – whereas She, with Her usual serene calm, had already seen a light at the other end of the tunnel
And it looked like it might not actually be a train coming the other way for once.

She cheerfully explained that as a counter to his paltry month’s wages as severance, She would be demanding of his lawyer the rather more appropriate sum of $10,000.
Enough for Her and Her daughter to finance their move to England far, far sooner than we’d imagined.

Now that may seem like a big leap, but you’ll have to take my word for it when I tell you, he was getting a good deal in more ways than one. He would be better off with Her out of the picture altogether, the quicker the better in fact.

Long, despicable story short:
The lawyer finally made a “final offer” of about $5000.
She was to be out of the house by the end of September, a month hence.
They would continue to live there free of charge until evicted.
She would sell as many of their possessions as possible and store the rest – bar essential clothes, a few personal items and toys – and move in with a good friend prior to travelling across the ocean and into my arms and a new life.

Looking back now, hindsight sniggering behind its grubby little hand as usual, it all seemed like a dream come true.
We would be together in no time and everyone would live happily ever after.

Except of course, only imaginary fairy tales are that simple…

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About trueromantic/dalecooper57

Blogger, writer, animator, photographer, maker of strange electronic "music", there's no end to the things that I'm getting quite good at.

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