being with him. He always stood out from the crowd, but now it’s for all the wrong reasons. At that age you don’t think about spending twenty years with someone, and anyway we’ve both changed a lot. I’ve grown up and Ben, well, Ben hasn’t. The thing is now what do I do? We’ve got three kids, he’s not a bad father but I don’t really love him anymore. In fact I’m not even sure if I want to be with him. You can’t just find another relationship though with three kids ... so what’s the choice? Life as a single parent, or carry on the way we are! Great choice isn’t it?”
“I still love Tim, there’s never been any doubt about that, but he’s stubborn and I suppose I am as well. We can’t seem to hit it off at the moment but I couldn’t imagine life without him. No, I suppose sooner or later I’ll have to say sorry to him because he messed up my night of dreams. No one ever said marriage was fair did they?”
“That’s true, but they didn’t say it would drive me to down three bottles of wine every night either. Oh! By the way Mel, I meant to tell you, I’m having a few drinks next Friday round at my place. Just a few of the people from work; most of the partners have done a drinks evening and I don’t want them to think I can’t manage the social side of the business. I’m hoping to get a share of this new work so I need to impress a few people.”
“Leave it to Ben; he’ll impress them all right. Get him to tell them about his career to date ... that should keep them riveted for a couple of hours.”
“Mel, I realise you’re joking but that’s a good point. I can’t have him buggering up my chances of moving a couple of rungs up the ladder. Can you get Tim to take him off somewhere that night, playing snooker or whatever it is they do?”
“Oh sure, Neen! Like Tim’s going to do what I ask him. Aren’t you forgetting that we hardly talk any more. Anyway, they always play on Fridays so if you say nothing they’ll most likely go off out anyway.”
“Yes, but if he knew how important this was he’d probably stay in on purpose, either trying to help, or in a bid to screw up my prospects altogether. He’s bound to see me making preparations, getting the food and drink ready. Seriously Mel you must get them to go out together that night.”
“I’ll try, but short of challenging Tim to a game of pool in the Globe I don’t know how I’m going to do it. Honestly Neen, we don’t communicate with each other at the moment.”
By the following evening nothing had changed. Melanie needed to talk to Tim but she couldn’t bring herself to be civil to him. Sarcasm was the best she could manage.
“Are you going to see your counsellor tonight Tim?”
“Sorry ... what d’you mean?”
“Ben... he is your confident, your counsellor, your mentor isn’t he? I thought you got most of your inspiration for our marital bliss from that guru of tender togetherness, Ben-NoJob!”
“Why do you have to take the piss all the time? Ben’s a good friend, at least he was there, willing to treat me like another human being when all you could do was call me a bastard before slamming the phone down on me.”
“Tim, you have no idea have you? That night I planned to say sorry to you and make up romantically, I’d cooked you fillet steak with all the trimmings. It could have been a wonderful night if you hadn’t chosen Ben’s company instead of mine!”
“How was I supposed to know all this?”
“Well let me think… you could have come home and found out what was for tea instead of heading off to the Globe with the jolly green giant.”
“I didn’t know that ...OK, it looks as if I messed up that night, but what now?”
“You mean you want to talk, you want to end hostilities?”
“Of course I do, and anyway Jim’s pasties are playing hell with my digestion.”
They smiled at each other as the glimmer of a thaw appeared.
“OK Tim, here’s the deal ... you have your pub night