into the fire…

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If house sharing was the frying pan, marriage was the fire, and I carelessly fed my life to the flames.

Both Husband #1 & I were barely in our twenties when we set up house. He wasn’t averse to sharing household tasks but was shy of public knowledge. I was bemused one night cleaning up after dinner when he reacted to a knock at the door which I went to answer, by directing me to wait. As I hovered, he stepped away from the sink, dried his hands, walked to the living room, turned on the TV and settled on the couch. Only then was I free to open the door.

TV was central to Husband #1’s existence. Back in the 1980’s there were two channels – ABC plus a local commercial station, and VCR. Enthralled, he would sit for hours, gazing at the screen. On one occasion, I’d had enough. Awoken from solitary sleep in the early hours by noise seeping through the floor to the bedroom, my exasperation with the habit of his absence in favour of the idiot-box got the better of me. I stomped downstairs, eliciting no reaction though he was awake, engrossed. So rapt, he didn’t blink as in a single movement I pulled the TV out from the wall with one hand and cut the power cord to it with the scissors in the other. That got his attention.

I should have heeded the signs. Husband #1 had little affinity with cats. My black half-grown kitten Ziggy’s first meeting with him commenced with bitten fingers. Ziggy continued to taunt Husband #1 by hanging off and rattling screen doors and window screens, then running away if Husband #1 responded, until the little cat’s life ended by snakebite. The night he died, the insect screen on the window rattled emptily.

After we were married Husband #1 conceded a cat, so long as it was a kitten, black and male. That wasn’t quite Baddy, the cat I returned with from the vet’s. She was a 6 month old grey tabby who’d been whiling away her days in a carrier on the vet’s counter, waiting for a home. She and Husband #1 disliked each other on sight. She too hung off and rattled screen doors then ran away if Husband #1 answered.

Husband #1’s prize possession was his water-bed. It soon became Baddy’s. She loved to claw it, chase the waves then lay in the middle claiming it as her own.

Given I hadn’t fulfilled Husband #1’s initial cat criteria, when I encountered a black male kitten on the counter at the vet’s, he came home with me. Husband #1 named him Jack, and of course he was the favourite. Baddy tolerated Jack but kept her distance. Jack however loved everyone, including Baddy. He had a fondness for Husband #1’s smelly work boots; a boy thing they bonded over. This made it all the worse when Husband #1 discovered Jack had a proclivity for a sheepskin Husband #1 insisted on using as a floor rug, up until he discovered Jack’s use for it. After that we had to guard our sheepskin Ugg boots as well.

Husband #1 loved food: his and mine. To keep him from annexing my dinner I would usually garnish it with chili sauce which he hated. One evening we had a friend visiting and were eating a casual dinner of barbequed chops while watching a video on the TV in the living room. I’d finished my dinner and put my plate on the floor as my seat was away from the coffee table, to go to the bathroom. Returning, I noticed Husband #1 had taken advantage of my absence to appropriate my plate and gnaw the chop bone. Unsurprising as there had been no chili sauce on it. Intriguing though was our friend quietly shaking with laughter. As Husband #1 replaced the well-chewed bone on my plate, our friend managed a glance at Baddy who was positioned near the door washing her face, and remarked enjoy that? the cat didn’t leave you much aye mate.

FireThe first act was short.

Exit stage left.

Oh For A Muse of Fire…
…Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.
Henry V, William Shakespeare

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23 thoughts on “into the fire…

    Our Growing Paynes said:
    September 20, 2013 at 6:26 am

    Hardly a match made in heaven! That must have been funny watching the cat on the waterbed though. 🙂

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      EllaDee responded:
      September 20, 2013 at 10:13 am

      It was a disaster but youth gives you resilience if not sense 🙂

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    davidprosser said:
    September 20, 2013 at 7:25 am

    Divorces are rarely pleasant but I hope this one happened soon and was amicable since he didn’t seem to have much of himself invested in it.Did he take Jack though?
    xxx Huge Hugs xxx

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      EllaDee responded:
      September 20, 2013 at 10:18 am

      Astute observation. I think neither of us had much invested, because we just thought the Marriage would take care of itself. The wind up was simple and quick. In the ‘settlement’ both cats came with me, and we had a rottweiler who stayed on with Husband #1 – nearly broke my heart to leave the dog…

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    tric said:
    September 20, 2013 at 7:58 am

    You were definitely not loves first dream! I can imagine a life alone would be perhaps more enjoyable.

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      EllaDee responded:
      September 20, 2013 at 11:00 am

      If only that had been the case, but I wasn’t to be deterred 🙂

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    acflory said:
    September 20, 2013 at 8:18 am

    “If house sharing was the frying pan, marriage was the fire, and I carelessly fed my life to the flames.”
    This line just blows me away Ella. My mind keeps circling back to it, rolling the words around and around. If you were careless, I think I was willful…married my ex three months after meeting him.

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      EllaDee responded:
      September 20, 2013 at 10:26 am

      I’m in good company then 🙂 Husband #1 & I were both still in our teens when we met. We were engaged after 6 months and married by 10, the day after my 20th birthday. Husband # 1 was still 19. Looking back now I shake my head at how thoughtless I was.

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        acflory said:
        September 21, 2013 at 12:30 am

        Nah… just young. 🙂

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    Glenda said:
    September 21, 2013 at 1:08 am

    Ella, I am worried, if this was #1 how many were there?

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      EllaDee responded:
      September 21, 2013 at 7:06 am

      I’m not quite of the ilk of Liz Taylor but there is more… stay tuned 🙂

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    mybrightlife said:
    September 21, 2013 at 2:48 am

    Oh Ella, I am just loving this history of your earlier life! Better than any book I’ve read lately- should be part of a book – Life, as it happens – taking and learning from it with the humour and understanding that comes with experience.

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      EllaDee responded:
      September 21, 2013 at 7:05 am

      Thank you 🙂 It’s been fun remembering and writing… I’d quite forgotten how young I was, and like the wedding photos, I’d chucked that time out of my memory albums! Maybe, one day the stories will come together into something… then I’ll be fending off law suits 😉

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    Vicky said:
    September 21, 2013 at 9:29 am

    Great recount of your early years.
    I wonder if Ziggy came back rattling the shutters just to torment hubby #1 😀

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      EllaDee responded:
      September 21, 2013 at 2:51 pm

      Thank you. Funny how something, in this case a short story I wrote a couple of years ago, triggers a waterfall of memories.
      I have no doubt the rattling window screen was Ziggy saying goodbye, and who joined me again, a couple of years later as Baddy Cat. They had too many common traits including tormenting hubby#1 for it not to be so.

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    Ardysez said:
    September 21, 2013 at 12:17 pm

    So glad you met the GO!

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      EllaDee responded:
      September 21, 2013 at 2:47 pm

      Ah, yes, I did meet him not long after that. But he didn’t become the G.O. until 16 years later. I’m glad I met him too 🙂

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    Lori D said:
    September 22, 2013 at 1:35 am

    Thanks for sharing these stories. I love stories of other people’s experiences. I’m curious how the man reacted to you cutting the cord to the TV.

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      EllaDee responded:
      September 22, 2013 at 7:47 am

      I love hearing peoples stories and journeys also, as you shared in your Rome, Home and Meatballs. I had quite forgotten my own.
      Husband #1 was not happy. There was lots of shouting. He repaired it the next day. But, it made for a good story as his habit was well known amongst family and friends. And it didn’t change.

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        Lori D said:
        September 22, 2013 at 8:29 am

        Didn’t take him long to repair. Ha! Thanks for sharing, EllaDee.

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    dadirri7 said:
    September 23, 2013 at 6:58 am

    you are a great storyteller elladee … I have been waiting until my brain could bear reading again after the experiences of the week … this is terrific … but I am sure you wonder how on earth you married #1! excellent work with the scissors and good thing you had Baddy to give you a laugh!

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      EllaDee responded:
      September 23, 2013 at 10:00 am

      Thank you 🙂 I’ve enjoyed amusing myself with the past, and it got me writing, as my muses had abandoned me up until that point… I think they had given up on me, and took themselves off on holidays 😉
      For better or for worse… there is more to come.
      Hopefully a few days of good weather, the beach and Eddy’s company have put you right 🙂

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        dadirri7 said:
        September 23, 2013 at 3:07 pm

        yes, thank you dear one! enjoying your adventures from the past!!

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