Destination Thailand. Katy Colins
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Georgia,’ she sighed, ‘you’ve been in a pickle here, but you can’t just up and leave. What about your job, your friends…us? I think you’re being ridiculous. You’re 28 years old and have had a bit of a shock, that’s all. But that doesn’t mean running away and leaving everyone else to pick up the pieces.’ She looked appalled at the thought.
We sat in an awkward silence. Thankfully Marie understood that situations like these were not the time or the place for a heated disagreement, no matter how much she was chomping at the bit to stick up for me.
‘Well, I think it’s a cracking idea, love,’ my dad grinned, breaking the stifling atmosphere. ‘Before I met your mother, me and a couple of mates had a lot of fun interrailing around Europe. May not seem that exotic now, but we got up to some right adventures on that trip.’ He sighed wistfully, lost in a faded memory. Before he could get any more nostalgic, my mum swiftly dug a sharp elbow into his arm that signalled him to stop encouraging their daughter.
‘Well, it was just that. A silly idea, so don’t worry.’ I stared pleadingly at Marie to move the conversation on before my mum collapsed, but she was fiddling with a sachet of sugar, no doubt sulking that I’d ridiculed her travel wish-list plan. ‘So, how did you spend Saturday?’ I asked as breezily as I could, knowing that Alex hadn’t just hurt me when he’d called off our wedding. My mum had been bragging about it for months to anyone and everyone we knew. There’s going to be a chocolate fountain, a harpist and even rumours that Kate Middleton’s going to show up, I mean can you imagine?!
‘We just had a quiet day; the weather was very poor so we pottered around the house. The photos would’ve been awful with the grey skies, love,’ my dad said.
‘I guess. Did Marie tell you I gave him back my key last night? Well, not to him personally. I don’t even want to think about hearing from him again,’ I babbled, feeling that ache in my stomach at leaving our house last night claw at me.
My parents quickly fixed their gaze deep into the bottom of their cups, my mum shifted uncomfortably in her seat. ‘What?’ I asked, as confusion rose in my voice.
Her pale blue eyes filled with tears. ‘We need to give you this letter, Georgia. It’s from him.’ My mum slowly pulled a sealed envelope out of her handbag. ‘Your dad…well, he sort of asked him to write it.’
I rubbed at my forehead. ‘What? I don’t understand. Why would you be speaking to him? When did you speak to him?’ Marie looked as clueless as I did. My dad was tearing up pieces of the paper napkin under his shortbread, avoiding my stare, getting buttery fingers and crumbs everywhere.
‘Your dad found out some news that’s…quite upsetting. We only discovered this after you left to go to Turkey and we didn’t want to ruin your week away by telling you,’ my mum said blinking quickly.
Something was scratching my throat, my mouth had gone really dry but I’d already finished my cup of coffee. ‘Mum, you’re scaring me now.’
‘OK, well please don’t get too upset. So, your dad was picking up a few bits for tea from Morrison’s –you know we usually prefer to go to Asda, but it was on his way back from that new Homebase they’ve built down Larkberry Lane so he decided to stop there.’
‘OK…’ I willed her to speed things along, knowing it was unlikely given that her normal conversations involved describing things in inane detail, usually to do with a friend of a friend that I’d never met or heard of even though my mum was adamant I knew them.
‘Well, as he hadn’t been to this store before he wasn’t sure of the layout, and whilst walking down one of the aisles looking for blueberries, for a flan I was making for the church fete, he saw Alex…and that tart.’ She pursed her lips as if someone had just passed wind.
The thought of them doing mundane things like food shopping made my stomach drop. So they were together then. It wasn’t just ‘feelings’ he had developed or a drunken quickie. That explained why our, no probably their, house was so spotless. There must have been a new woman’s touch to the place. My stomach clenched like it did when I tried on skinny jeans in the January sales, squeezing in that extra roll of flab from devouring a whole tin of Quality Street.
My mum leaned over the coffee table and lowered her voice. ‘The other thing is they were stood in the baby care aisle looking at…nappies.’
I heard Marie take a sharp intake of breath. It took a moment for this all to click.
‘She’s pregnant, Georgia,’ my dad said sadly.
His words swam around me; I felt like I was in that stage between dreaming and waking, where you kind of know where you are, but everything doesn’t feel real. I could hear them loudly whispering to each other.
‘I knew we should have told her earlier.’ ‘No, you said to keep it quiet until the baby was born.’ ‘What the actual fuck?’ (That last one was Marie who looked as gobsmacked as I must have done, ignoring my mum’s shock at her potty mouth.)
‘How…how pregnant is she?’ I eventually managed to spit out.
‘Well, your dad’s no expert and I haven’t seen her, but Denise Williams, who works on reception at the doctors, said she’d seen her recently and she looked about five or six months gone,’ my mum said gripping my hands, that were now shaking.
The receptionist at Alex’s work, Stephanie something or other, for whom he had ended our relationship, was pregnant.
‘Wait, what’s in that letter?’ I was suddenly horribly aware of other diners staring at us. My dad prised the letter out of my mum’s grip and leaned forward, placing his hand on my knee and passing it to me.
‘I didn’t know what to do. I was so angry at him, after all these years treating him as part of the family and to do this to you. I just lost my rag. I marched over to him demanding answers and he started to make excuses and moved her out of the way. So I…swung for him.’
I gaped open-mouthed like a guppy fish. My dad punched someone! Not just someone, but my ex-fiancé! My dad, the kindest softest man I knew, had a hidden feisty Rocky Balboa inside his calm shell. I didn’t know what was more surprising.
‘I’m not proud of it and violence is never an answer but I just saw red.’ He looked at the floor, shamefaced. ‘This spotty security guard saw the commotion and marched me out of the store as Alex ran over to apologise and explain to the jumped-up teenager that he didn’t want to go to the police. It was there that I told him in no uncertain terms that I wanted the house paperwork to be fast-tracked, that he would make sure you received your share quickly and that it was highly favourable to you. I want him out of your life and thought by getting everything ready it would help. He’s nothing but trouble and I truly believe you’ve had a lucky escape.’ He paused for breath, having worked himself up retelling this tale.
‘Go Len!’ Marie shouted, almost high-fiving him.
I opened the envelope in a daze. Official bank and mortgage forms tumbled out. In a formal letter stating which document I needed to sign in order for Alex to buy me out, money I guessed that would be coming from the bank of his mum and dad, he added how sorry he was, but it was for the best that we not contact each other again. I didn’t know what to say.
‘He also sent us a copy so I could see what you were coming back to and that he didn’t try to get you back. He’s made his bed and now he needs to lie in it. I’ve looked over the bank’s terms on the house and the money you’ll get back is above the price you should have got. I just tried to protect you. I’m so sorry, Georgie.’ My dad looked like he was close to tears. Marie just sat there grinning, shaking her head in disbelief that someone had finally punched Alex. I let the news sink in as my mum rushed to the ladies’ room in a fluster. The sudden silence was filled with the dulcet tones of James Blunt playing out of the speakers above our heads.
I was suddenly reminded of an out-of-the-ordinary night a few months ago. Alex had taken me to dinner in this new restaurant in town, he’d just received a bonus at work and wanted to treat