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Life Changing Party

The music was blaring out, people were swaying around like ships on a rough sea, the

sound of the tones was as though a drill was going into my head.

‘Where are you from?’ He shouted.

‘Essex….YOU?’ I shouted.

I didn’t enjoy making small talk with people, it was Craig that had wanted to come to this

party, I was really not that interested in going out.

‘You alone then?’ He said winking.

I cringed, really was this guy hitting on me I thought, couldn’t he tell that I had a wedding

ring on.

I wish I could tell where Craig had gone so he could punch this man out.

‘I’m married’ I shouted back.

‘That doesn’t matter, I am still up for a good time if you are?’ Whilst moving towards me.

I backed up and moved between him and zig-zagged my way from the crowd dancing.

    I hadn’t gone out for a long time, it was ten years since I had gone to party. It was

Craig’s work do, and I didn’t want to go. I had no idea where he had gone to within the

crowd.

‘So are you a lawyer?’ a woman shouted at me. Another person who felt the need to

come and make small talk.

‘No I make cards, well trying to make creative cards’. I said.

It was that same look that I had usually gotten from people, the look of disapproval.

‘Oh I see...cards…’ as she reversed back into the crowd towards the man who had

originally hit on me. I could see that he was now trying the moves onto her and she was

reciprocating.

I didn’t feel as though I fitted into this environment, it was professional people with high

paid jobs and then me. I felt out of my depth, as they all discussed jargon that I didn’t

understand words like: arbitration, litigation and conciliation. I had not gone to university

either, I was a housewife however I enjoyed making my cards which I did for my own

enjoyment.

In today’s world this didn’t matter, I was judged on my career and as I didn’t have one

worthy of approval I was tossed away by society like a pile of rubble. I hadn’t gone out

for that reason, the questions, judgements of people and feeling that I didn’t belong.

   I felt that only Craig was the one who truly accepted my the way that I was. I had

encouraged him to pursue his passion for law, and he was so busy nowadays. I hardly

got to see him as he was always working.

I passed through the crowd, the sweat was rising into the air, as they jumped like rabbits

shouting, swearing and it was not really the environment that I felt comfortable in. I was

desperate for the loo. I could see the woman being led by that guy who had tried it on

with me,being taken to one of the bedrooms. I could not understand that mentality of

having sex in a stranger’s house at a party.

I split my tights in exiting the toilet as I could not find Craig anywhere, and I dreaded the

thought of going back downstairs into the crowd of people drinking and screaming. I

found one of the rooms to my left and opened the door, I could hear groans of two

people, they were obviously enjoying themselves with having sex. I froze as I could see

the two bodies moving in quick rapid sessions together. Their bodies were bare,

sweating as I was mesmerized as I had no physical connection with Craig as much as

we first did when we got married. That guy had got what he wanted from the party, and

she seemed satisfied.

‘Excuse me… I’m terribly sorry’ I blurted out. I should not have spoken as I was sure that

they would not have seen me enter the room.

Their faces turned round, but it wasn’t that man and woman who had been downstairs. It

was Craig and Helen who had come over numerous times to my house.

‘Katherine’..... Craig said looking at me. It was as though I had infringed on him, I was the

stranger entering into the room.

‘Craig you bastard’ I screamed. I shut the door, I bolted downstairs stumbling down the

stairs.

  The music was still blasting, people were laughing, but my life was crumbling before

my eyes, I felt as though the ground had engulfed me in. I ran into the darkness outside,

the quiet of the outside world. I came to the realisation as I could feel my heart beating

that I had been sacrificed my life, for Craig staying at home. I had stopped pursuing my

own choices or dreams as I had felt that was what a wife’s role was.

This party had changed my life, it had destroyed my marriage, any my future that I had

with Craig as I didn’t want him back in my life. But it made me realise that I had to go

back into the world, stop hiding myself away, and pursue my own dreams. Whether or

not they fitted into the expectations of others it didn’t matter, I had to do them for my own

inner happiness and also end my relationship with Craig.


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