Our problem daughter came back home and was treated like a guest.
Laura was light and breezy. She showed no heartache. Husband and I thought Laura was happy to be parted from Mr Big I Am. We thought wrong. Day one of the exodus, in the car park after work, he sat waiting for her. He wooed her over again.
Laura enjoyed the extra attention that leaving him had created. After a few days of our hospitality she decided to return to Mr Big I Am.
‘But he was abusive, pulled your hair,’ I said. Husband was unhappy with his daughter being treated so. No, her own fault for spraying irritant in his eyes. At that time this was news to us. We could not stop her going. We could not hold her back. The black bin bags had not yet been unpacked.
Mr Big I Am bought Laura an expensive gift to thank her for coming back. An expensive gift to plaster a crack. Back Laura went to the lonely cold house.
Weekends were their problem, she said. Weekdays were fine as they shared humour, snuggled in front of the television and drank a bottle of wine. Saturday night belonged to him to do with as he pleased. A man on the town on the hunt for prey.
Laura copied his desire for fresh blood, and hiked the stakes of jealousy.
One bottle of wine a night multiplied into three.