Love Me, Love Me Not!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: The Imaginarium

Chapter 2 (v.1) - Chapter 2.

Submitted: February 09, 2019

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Chapter 2.

Ian, well of course he graduated with flying colors; and just after that came that little box with the ring inside. Would I marry him? You bet I would. I did not even hesitate before accepting his proposal.

We got married when we were both twenty-four years old. My parents were so proud of me, but my Mom did take me aside to tell me not to give all my life up, to keep some independence. Not that that was what she had done. Perhaps that is why she made a point of saying it to me, her only daughter.

His parents were not so keen on the entire thing. Ian, his father said, was too young to settle down; while his mother was heard to whisper rather loudly, “Surely you could have done better than that!” It was clear that there was unlikely to ever be any real closeness between me and my in-laws. So what! I didn’t care; it was Ian I was getting married to, not them.

Maybe that was the moment when I first started having doubts. Not that I loved him; I knew that without question, never once had any lingering unsurities about that. No,my worries centered on whether I was really good enough for him. Perhaps by marrying me he had in some way messed up his prospects, ruined his life. Perhaps some time in the future he would see that and come to blame me for that.

Nerves, that’s all it had been, for there followed five blissfully happy years. At least they were for me, and I’m almost certain that they were for Ian too. What changed things was the accident; he lost both his parents in one fell swoop and at thirty years old had his grandfather to look after.

Fiercely independent, the old man was adamant that he would not move to somewhere smaller, nearer to town. He lived in a cottage with a large garden. He had, he claimed, been born in it and that was where he would end his days too. He didn’t want ‘help’ either, people coming in and meddling with his routines. No, he’d continue to do things his own way, thank you very much.

Farley did not like me. In fact he did not like strangers at all. He was perfectly capable of looking after himself, which he constantly proclaimed, but Ian took it upon himself to spend most of his spare time with his grandfather -- ‘just to keep an eye on things.’ I’d like to say I didn’t resent it, but that would be a lie; I did cover my feelings up for a long time though. It was only once Ian started spending every weekend there and leaving me alone that I complained.

He’s old, Ella. What can I do? I certainly can’t just leave him to die of loneliness.”

I could have said that if he was so lonely he could have welcomed my presence too. He could sell up his old place and move in town. At one time I did start to say those very things, only to be shut up with a hostile look.

The more time Ian spent with Farley, the more he changed. There was a new furtiveness about him, at least with me. I wasn’t the sort to indulge in unnecessary worrying, but there was something going on, something that I did not know how to handle. If I knew what it was, it would be easier to cope with, that was just common sense.

Perhaps I should have reconsidered that, for too soon my world started to fall apart. It started when I found a scrap of paper in his pocket. A name was scrawled on it, as though it was written in a hurry. ‘Sophie’. nothing else; no number, no address. It was nothing, I told myself and I almost managed to banish that name from my mind. But then there were more; ‘Beverly’, ‘Georgia’ and ‘Lindsey’, always just a single name and nothing more. People from work, that’s who they were, perhaps new members of staff whose names he was trying to remember. There was nothing wrong. Ian loved me, I knew that – didn’t I?


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