It's been a trying couple of weeks. On Wednesday 4th October my dear husband's demon brother had one drunken shouting session too many. I decided that I had endured his company for long enough and told Neil that I didn't want to live with him AND his brother, so would he kindly remove the pair of them to alternative accomodation. The situation was complicated by the text-message attention of a woman who had got the hots for Neil, and he just didn't know how to tell her to bog off politely. Thursday was spent sulking and spatting and Friday Neil found a flat to rent and started packing, although it would be a few days (thank goodness) before he could move in. I downloaded divorce forms and we started talking about separate lives. Saturday Neil decided to go away for a couple of days, and I was invited to spend the day with my BSD (beautiful step-daughter) Sarah. I relieved Neil of his keys and said what I believed to be my last goodbye.
As I waited for Sarah to have her kitchen designed at B&Q, I sat in the car park and cried and cried and cried. I hurt in places that I didn't know I could hurt as I peered into the abyss of life without my one true love. I phoned 'sensible' Becky (a Virgo, she would surely know what to do) and just blubbed down the phone like a teenager. She said all the right things but I didn't feel any better. I thought my heart was breaking. A few hours into his weekend away, Neil phoned and asked if he could come home, sounding as wretched as I felt.
Sunday we talked.............boy did we talk!! Neil has kicked out his demon brother, who only appears through alcohol. He said the nicest things about me being worth more than a few beers and that he had been to see the 'other woman' and told her to keep her thoughts to herself. He too had peered into the abyss, and didn't like what he saw. Neil & I have been very near this point before, but I think the prospect of moving out brought the problem into stark reality and focussed the mind. We cancelled the flat!!
Sunday 8th October 2006.....this I hope marks a turning point in our lives. Neil like a beer, but has freely admitted that he doesn't like the muzzy head in the mornings. He drinks coz he likes the taste, not the buzz. So started our trawl through the no/low alcohol beers on the supermarket shelves.
Forget Kaliber, despite being the best known, it is probably the least palatable. Becks do a decent copy of their german lager, and there are a number of others out there, including lo/no wine. But the best so far seems to be Sainsbury's own low alcohol German Lager.......at £1,99 for 4 it's good value too.
So....yah boo shucks to you, demon brother. Neil has his life, his wife, and his health back. He looks better, is great company and I am a very happy bunny. It has only been 10 days, and I am not naive, but optimistic for the future. L'Oreal...........
