A change came to the relationship of Laura and Mr Big I Am. Mr Big I Am acquired a new girl. He aired the champagne lifestyle for her. Captured her in his trap.
Laura handled one night stands, Mr Big I Am always came home to her. But a permanent woman on the scene? Laura’s jealousy spiralled. Mr Big I Am was happy about that.
New Girl’s mother worked in the supermarket where I shopped. She caught my ear and gushed, her daughter had connected with Mr Big I Am.
‘Can I stop you there?’ I asked, ‘Laura has a relationship with the same Mr Big I Am.’ I did not want her to say something she would regret.
Months tripped by, New Girl’s mother paused the stacking of supermarket shelves, told me a tale I did not like. A few weeks earlier, her daughter had been in bed with Mr Big I Am, in the house Laura shared with him. Laura came home, slid her key in the lock in the middle of the night. Laura was not expecting another woman in her bed. An almighty row kicked off. New Girl phoned her parents, they waited outside this disruptive house in their car, just in case their daughter needed them. Laura knew better, she did not ring Husband or me. The result of this fight? Laura was chucked out on the street.
New Girl’s mum no longer admired Mr Big I Am. She had heard the dead parents tale: killed in a car accident. She found this out to be a lie. I skidded home where Laura had come to stay again. Why was my daughter allowing this man to treat her this way?