Bella and I visited a solicitor: who wrote to Mr Big I Am.
Withdrawal from her commitment to his house was in process.
The Big I Am, was happy for Bella to vacate the house, and paid back her money in full.
I thought him reasonable, thought he wanted to show: money was nothing to him. I thought wrong.
He still had a strong hold on Bella; he would not to let go. She was meeting him on the quiet.
Off to the estate agent we go to find a two bedroom, three storey modern house, with skylights and courtyard. It would suit, just fine.
Without solicitor involvement, we made a contract between the three of us Husband, me and Bella. We worked out a percentage of ownership equating to the money each one put down.
Husband and I took out the mortgage. Bella was to pay a small amount of rent to help with the cost.
With paint brushes and carpet cleaner off I went to spruce up the place. Bella would help, but ran errands instead. We bought furniture, mirrors and plaques. Her sister brought an empty wine rack to fill a nook and cranny.
Bella had a parking space in the courtyard, she parked her car in that.
She had everything: her own home, a career, friends, money in her pocket, a supporting family. And yet?
It all was nothing to her, because New Girl now resided with The Big I Am.
We had bought a light and sunny house to welcome our lonely, and unbeknown to us, depressed girl.