Love hurts!

Last thing I remember is the knife coming towards me, he wasn’t always like that, once he was a kind, gentle man…….

The day we met would seem like any other to most but to me it was the best and worst day of my life. I went for my daily run along the promenade and finished up at the café on the end of the pier. I ordered my usual decaff coffee and Danish before realising I had left my purse at home on the worktop. Then out of nowhere a voice said ‘I’ll get this’ to the barista. Turning around I saw him the most handsome man I had ever met or met since. After an hour of talking in the café, we exchanged numbers with the promise to see each other again sometime.

That night we talked on the phone for three hours and set up our first date (he was going to teach me how to drive) and then go to the pictures to see the new superman film. We talked about everything that night, our exes, our past, childhood, future hopes and dreams and our jobs. He’s the head of surgery at the local hospital and I’m a lawyer at a prestigious law firm in the city.  All our friends would say we were a real power couple, an inspiration and the perfect couple so busy but still so dedicated to each other. If only they knew.

I remember the first time he got mad. He had lost a patient on the operating table that day. A routine operation and the patient had a bad reaction to the general anaesthetic. Soon as he came home I knew something was wrong but I never would have suspected what was to happen next. That was the first trip to the hospital I was admitted with a hairline fracture, broken fingers on right hand, broken nose and black eye. He told them he had come home and found me under a fallen wardrobe, I’m not sure if they believed him or not.

From then on it was when he had a bad day at work to house not being as tidy as he would like it, dinner not on table when he came in from work (even when I finished later than him). Then one night it reached its peak, he wanted me to quit my job the day I got offered a partnership at the firm. I refused and he got violent again, he smashed the plates off the table threw the table against the wall and grabbed a knife from the island. I tried to run but I wasn’t quick enough. I felt the knife go into my chest and then nothing.

I’m watching him stand over my body telling the doctors to pull the plug that the chances of a full recovery are slim to none. And I can’t help but feel glad for the release as I soar up to heaven and think he wasn’t always like that….

In My Garden:

In my garden I can see,

leaves that blow beneath the trees,

smells that come from far away,

live to see another day.

In my garden fairies live,

elves, gnomes and fizzlewigs,

I hear them partying till dawn, 

but knowone sees them on my lawn.   

Then suddenly I awake, 

In my garden is no lake, 

or elves, fairies or gnomes alike, 

no fizzlewigs or leaves blow beneath my trees

because all of it was in my dreams.