Sea Girl

I am here to describe what happened, in my own words. It all started really, when I argued with Mr Clark, he had told me off for wearing my pretty red dress that day. I had no place to go, we just would sit in all day- whilst I cleaned and cooked for him and nursed our 9 month old baby Anabelle. I guess I became agitated at his lack of understanding, so when he came home from work that night- I just walked out on him. I found a quaint little ale house, within my local vicinity. Its staff were friendly and kind, I took it upon myself to order myself a Pale Ale, why couldn’t a lady have a ale or two? The smell of the ale house, was sweaty, beer glasses littered the floor, ale stuck to my nice black pointy shoes I had decided to wear that night. Grabbing a ale, I saw a poor chap, with his cap on and large coat, looking bemused. I decided to be friendly, I thought I would say hello. Well he was enthralled by me, of course my own husband daren’t look up at me! Expecting me to be his housewife, and whore in the bedroom. I had dreams and aspirations of my own. Well this chap, his name was Geoffrey Davies, was quite taken by me. Soon, we were talking, it turns out he was a writer and he wanted to become famous. He said he had to go out for some air, as he had been working really hard. Well we drank some more and laughed he was a good, kind character towards me. Unlike David- apparently my husband. He was now dealing with a crying baby, seeing what it was really like. I admit, I did take off my wedding ring that night. I did not want young Geoffrey to know I was married. I did like him. Soon, he invited me to his lodgings across town, feeling vivacious and feeling the ale go straight into my head, I agreed. As I lay on his bed, I admit, I asked him to marry me. I knew it was wrong, but he was the real man I wanted not this David Clark! Sure, we had a child together, but he did not intellectually challenge me, I did not enjoy his company. I had to just sit at home and wait for him like a good girl. My life was over and I was only 25. Soon events, took a turn, Geoffrey Davis – he did take me to the registry office. I think I decided that it was best that I go and get married to him. I admit, I thought I could get away with having two husbands. But not in the way people assume. I was just so unhappy, the baby was crying, I never got out of our family home. I just wanted some affection and love.

SM 18.2.21