Plotting at the Breakfast Club
I met my friend for breakfast this morning. We met in a coffee shop and it was chock full of pushchairs.There were mothers and babies every square inch. I felt completely out of place. I was very close to stuffing a cushion up my jumper just to fit in. I've never experienced wall-to-wall mothers & babies in a coffee shop before. But my friend said to me that it was one of the friendlier establishments who cater for mums & babies and makes them feel welcome.
Many moons ago, when I had my children, you turn up at the school gates looking as rough as you felt; never mind sitting in a coffee shop afterwards. You rush home to do the washing, cleaning, ironing and cooking.
After that, you might have a shower or if you're lucky a bath. Then you log onto the PC, not to check your email but to open your Excel spreadsheet to see if there's a way of juggling £50 without your husband finding out and then you rush off to the supermarket just before you return to the school gates again to collect the waiting child who's weighed down with a half eaten packed lunch box, a book-bag, a damp painting and a letter about a trip to the museum requesting money you haven't got! The reason why I met my friend for breakfast this morning is because she said if she doesn't get out of her 1 year old marriage, she's going to kill her husband. I personally believe she's suffering from post-marriage depression because she keeps on talking about different ways of killing her husband.
Last week she wanted to run him over, the week before she wanted to grind poison into his food and this week, she's fantasizing about Lucifer.
She leaned in closer to me while we were sitting at the table with our tea and
coffee and said "I hate him so much I’d be happy to spend the next 20 years of my life digging a hole so deep, the spade would be smashing into the gates of hell. That way, I could hand the m****f****er over to Satan personally".Not the kind of thing you say at breakfast while you have your baby on your lap and you're stirring your coffee with one hand and buttering your bagel with the other!
posted by August Mayfield at
12:17
3 Comments:
You hit the nail on the head, why didn't someone think of a disorder called Post Marriage Depression sooner????
August, on a serious note, be a friend and save your friend from killing her husband! I wanted to get out of my marriage about a year ago. I disliked my husband, I disliked the changes we had to make to accommodate our family life. He had changed, I had changed, we had changed and I either wanted to put a hit on him or a divorce. But with talking to my good friend, letting her know how I felt, she managed to help me through it. THis is your friend's cry for help.
Don't worry Anonymous, I've got her back. The last thing I want is for my friend to go through any more pain! Even if I've got to clonk her on her head to make her see stars... and sense of course.
August
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