A long time ago, I’m shocked to realise that it’s close on twenty years now; I fled an unhappy marriage in the middle of the night and went to the home of good friends to spend a sleepless night in their spare bedroom.
In the morning, I listened to their comfortable ritual;
sounds of a bed being made and clothing picked up,
the click of an electric kettle switching off,
dog pellets falling into a bowl…
A song came on the radio and they immediately began to sing along softly. Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you, Bermuda, Bahamas come on pretty mama, Key Largo, Montego baby why don’t we go … I felt so unhappy for myself; filled with dread at the practical details that lay ahead to dismantle life as I had known it, and I envied them their easy happiness.
I just heard the song again and recalled my sad shock when I heard, years later, that they had divorced.
Things aren’t always what they seem.