Jodie and Boris grew and the garden flourished as my marriage festered, withering the love that once was there. Paul blamed work. He was now a train driver and working shift work. It wasn’t long before he started just not turning up for his rostered time and not unexpectedly they fired him. Life then became very difficult for me in many ways. The dogs, cats and fish being my only friends; no-one was welcome at our home and his reaction, if I went out alone, more than unpleasant. We did see his mother which kept us in touch with Sasha our dog from Chatswood days.
Sasha and me
The other person we did see was Paul’s brother and we often took the dogs to Windy Banks, a good nine kilometre walk. Downhill was easy and the dogs enjoyed a swim at the bottom. Coming up tested the lungs but the dogs loved it.
Before I started doing my intensive care course our life had further deteriorated. Paul was jealous of everything and anything that might take me away from him, even the housework. Things went to rack and ruin as nothing got done. It was just easier that way. In this environment I discovered that not one, but both cats were pregnant. How could I have been that irresponsible?
About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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