The women who went away

'Damn'
'What's the matter, Dee continued to search for her car keys; moving bits and peices that sat on the draining board. They were there to dry out; before going back into the oven again.
Bill shook his head.
'Do you know that there's little in the fridge/freezer nor for that matter in the cupboards and if thas not bad enough the cake tin is empty as well!
There was a uncomfortable silence whilst Dee continued to search for her keys.
'What's wrong with you Dee Pet. All women love cooking and being at home. You know I'm never comfortable in the kitchen. Men aren't made to spend time in the kitchen but out at work or fixing the cars when they go wrong.

He sat on the second hand or was it the third hand sofa then removed his black rimmed glasses and wiped them with the left sleeve of his green overall's. These one peice garments stopped on his back from day through to night. Dee yearned to chuck his tatty world into a bin but knew that he loved things when they were edgy/worn out!
'I wish you didn't need to keep going out rather than being at home having a cup of tea and chocolate biscuit with me.

Dee meanwhile felt her bones creaked a little more; she was facing a operation on her arthritic hands but didn't know just when this might be.
She wished that all satisfaction/happiness could be found at the sink/oven/down the shops or at week-ends watching what her family called alzheimers telly. Dee found it hard to laugh at that description knowing what a cruel and devastating illness any type of dementia was.

It was when he reached for the morning paper that she was ready to stand square to him but instead, being the patient women she thought she was, she took a deep breath and kept her voice low.
'What are you doing Bill, this is serious. I'm leaving you and all you can do is to read the paper!
'Now, don't get your knickers in a twist pet. Let me make you a nice cup of tea. Sit your nice bum down and we will talk it all through. You know how I love you. I was just looking in the paper to see what's on at the pictures!
Dee decided not to say that the last picture she'd seen with him was Schnindlers list at Padstow twenty five years ago. She recalled how their two girls were at summer camp and their son staying with his friends in Norfolk.
Dee had always gone to the cinema with friends but had thought of going alone yet was to face that challenge to date.

For years they'd led two lives with him at his car boots for 1950's records or fishing down on the Ise whilst she walked their dog,bought clothes or walked alone in the country-side.
How foolish of her to think she could change him what with them being two peas in two pods. If he hadn't visited a barber in twenty four years or bought new clothes; apart from underpants and socks.
If she'd lived without replacing her underwear from year to year she'd have lived in constant fear of accidents. He, meanwhile couldn't seem to be bothered with clothes as identity was made by man not by their clothes