4 Months to save a life

It was on the 11^th of June 2010, that my life took a turn for the worse, my wife seemed cold towards me, I was going to write 'oddly' cold but in truth just colder than usual. You see in films where the hero says to the heroine how she looks beautiful when she is angry, well that was not the case with the then Mrs Wright.

Two days earlier I had paid out £400 to have a new kitchen and utility room floor fitted, we had been in the house for four and a half years and it was the last of the jobs that needed doing, everything was now just as we wanted it. As it turned out it was 'almost' just as my first wife wanted it.

So it was then, on emerging from the en-suite shower room that fateful Friday morning, that I was greeted by 'Thunder Face' I am sure something like Facebook would say that was her Red Indian name, anyway Thunder Face says to me. 'I don't love you anymore Gary, I think it is time for you to move out!'

'Well you could have said something before I paid for the new floor in the kitchen and utility room' I said. Needless to say this remark did not impress Mrs Wright, who farted loudly as she was prone to do of a morning and left the bedroom telling me I should be gone by the weekend.

I moved into the spare room that night and have not actually slept in a bed since I have a kind of fold down chair that me and the chunky beagle 'Edward' sleep on.

Despite threats of informing social services that I was abusing her teenage daughter (obviously I wasn't)  and the continuous shouting, (you have heard of a Town Crier, well my wife could have got a job as Country Crier, for somewhere like China!)I managed to stay in the house with my sanity still relatively intact until the end of October, when, I had to admit defeat and leave the house that had felt so much like home to me. I really do miss that house and Michael the cat, who I had to leave behind.

Thunder Face was keen that I take the podgy beagle, as now she had the house just as she wanted it she did not want dog hair all over the place. My ex-wife works from home as a hairdresser.

So for the last six months I have been living in a grotty little chalet bungalow, with an old friend Blayne Scroggins, he was also left in the shit by a female. The winter was very hard and I saw it basically as training for vagrancy. Sorry I neglected to mention that two years earlier I had been made redundant from my job in the civil service and am currently living off my savings. Blayne moves out tomorrow, so I am on my own, which is a worry, I am not big on solitude!