Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Do you take the dog?
Two people I love a lot are breaking up. It is all so sad, it makes me want to cry, cry, cry. On paper, everything should be perfect, they are both beautiful, carry around doctorates in the sort of science that makes me go cross-eyed and have the world's loveliest, plumpiest, one-year-old daughter. They are healthy, creative, have thousands in the bank and live in a rural idyll.
Like so many other modern marriages, this one has lasted just two years. It's on the canvas and being counted out. Maybe it will all come right, maybe the fairytale wedding will have a happy ending or maybe not. At the moment, there are great puddles of hurt everywhere. Today, the wife moved out and took the child with her. The dog is the child's best friend. Does the mother take the dog for the sake of her child - suddenly displaced and daddyless? When the poor hero of this sad tale gets home tonight, it will be to a house turned upside down and emptied out of its family. As he boils the kettle for a cup of tea, he will be staring into a new and lonelier future. His child will wake up tomorrow and go to bed without a kiss from her father. In his absence, a suited developer went round the house deciding whether to buy it.
I hope when she goes, she leaves him the dog.