We were all set to rent a place
Then we got a two bedroom
House for the exact same price.
It took a lot of work,
But mostly just aesthetic
And it was empty.
It must have taken over
Six to eight weeks to do up
And I even helped
Put down the wooden flooring.
We got house warming presents
A nice painting,
And practical things too like
My mum's friend got
Me a card and an iron
And board to go with it.
Fred was worn out
And quite prickly in temper
After working and
Doing up the house
Over the past months.
So I gave him space.
I had cooked tea,
And I sat down on couch
To relax for a while,
And Fred was annoyed
That I hadn't ironed
His work trousers
And I said he could do,
Them himself as
Coming from a big
Family his mum could
Not have done all the ironing
So he did his own at home.
And then said that if,
I was actually a good wife
I would be doing this for him
After all he was the bread winner
And I said that I work too.
Please don't wind me up.
And he said he works six days
And I only work five...
And I said it's a modern era
What does he expect
And I won't be in
That job forever
And he said
So you just think
I am some average Joe?
And he took the iron
And smashed it against
The board until it buckled,
And was broken.
He turned around
With it still in his hand
And I was scared by now
And I can only remember
The wild savage look in his
Wide eyes and he spat
When he growled
And he swung towards me
And I ducked and
And I kicked him
At knee height
The outer thigh
As I had training,
And he just bent and stumbled
But didn't fall
And I don't know
How my fight instinct
Kicked in, I always
Thought I'd freeze.
And the iron landed
On the rug I can't
Remember it thumping.
And he paced and paced
Anger was emanating from him.
He threw the board.
And I had to run up stairs.
He didn't follow.
But I knew he wouldn't
Let this lie.