cheating!’ she shouted as I pulled her away to check her face for lies.
‘What do you mean, mum? Who’s been cheating?’ I asked as though I tried to push the answer out of my mind. She turned to me, wiped her tears, composed herself and handed me her mobile phone, ‘listen to the message,’ she said as she dialled her voicemail and on speakerphone.
I paused with shock as to what I was hearing!
It was a lady with a strong Indian accent.
She seemed very forceful and determined as she continued, ‘hello Niamh. Its nice to finally speak to the woman who thinks its ok to steal other women’s husbands but what more could I have expected from a woman like you,’ she laughs as she resumes, ‘but isn’t it funny that you took him from me many years ago, but after trying out the dirty trashy Niamh, he’s come back home to the real class! I don’t blame you for being angry or upset though and I will tell him off after he makes it up to me tonight after our romantic dinner and trip to his parent’s to show them we’re back together. Although his mother already knows as she was the one who really instigated our reunion! What a wonderful woman, I’ve always thought of her as my own mother and now she has her real daughter-in-law back. What did you do to make her hate you so much Niamh? I guess even your half bred children didn’t help you get accepted by the family. Oh well time to get ready for when he comes home again. I really do wish you the best with the future. No hard feelings,’ the call ended.
I was so angry at being called a half bred, I nearly snapped the phone in half, ‘who the hell is this woman, mum?’ I shouted as though this woman was sat in front of me.
Mum poured me a drink. ‘It’s Shampa. Your father’s first wife,’ she said slowly as she gulped down her drink.
We sat there in silence for a moment as this woman was only ever referred to as, ‘the pervious one,’ and never had a name so it was surprising to put a name to the craziness!
‘Mum, don’t listen to this woman! She’s obviously crazy! It’s been over 20 years and she’s still got this obsession with dad. Its clearly all lies, dad would never cheat on you,’ I begged as I continued to hug her.
She shook her head as though my words just fell on deaf ears, ‘so, why has he been so secretive for the past few weeks then?’ she questioned, ‘you’ve seen him take his phone calls outside the room! He’s been coming home later than usual, I can smell perfume on his clothes; what else can you say to defend him, Nita? I know he’s your father but all the proof is there!’ she said calmly.
I had no answers!
‘Have you spoken to dad about this?’ I enquired. She shook her head and continued, ‘I only got the phone calls today. She called at midday and started her ranting about him loving her and being with her so I hung up and when I put it to go straight to voicemail she decided to leave the message,’ she explained whilst refilling her drink.
‘Ok, well I think you should forget about this insane woman for the time being, I’ll run you a nice, bubbly bath and we’ll get a takeaway and relax. How does that sound?’ I tried as I walked upstairs to get the bath started, I looked back to see her just nod sadly and I went to get the candles and muscle soak.
After ushering her to the bathroom, I cleaned up the smashed china, poured myself another large drink and ordered the takeaway.
Five minutes later as I settled down on the sofa, trying to focus on Coronation Street , another drama was about to start as the door handle turned and dad entered the house.
‘Oh, hiya Nita, it’s a surprise to see you here on a weekday. You ok? Where’s mum?’ he asked seemly unaware of the recent events of today.
Before I could reply, we were distracted by a huge suitcase flying down the stairs. ‘Get the fuck out you lying bastard’ I heard mum shout from the
‘What do you mean, mum? Who’s been cheating?’ I asked as though I tried to push the answer out of my mind. She turned to me, wiped her tears, composed herself and handed me her mobile phone, ‘listen to the message,’ she said as she dialled her voicemail and on speakerphone.
I paused with shock as to what I was hearing!
It was a lady with a strong Indian accent.
She seemed very forceful and determined as she continued, ‘hello Niamh. Its nice to finally speak to the woman who thinks its ok to steal other women’s husbands but what more could I have expected from a woman like you,’ she laughs as she resumes, ‘but isn’t it funny that you took him from me many years ago, but after trying out the dirty trashy Niamh, he’s come back home to the real class! I don’t blame you for being angry or upset though and I will tell him off after he makes it up to me tonight after our romantic dinner and trip to his parent’s to show them we’re back together. Although his mother already knows as she was the one who really instigated our reunion! What a wonderful woman, I’ve always thought of her as my own mother and now she has her real daughter-in-law back. What did you do to make her hate you so much Niamh? I guess even your half bred children didn’t help you get accepted by the family. Oh well time to get ready for when he comes home again. I really do wish you the best with the future. No hard feelings,’ the call ended.
I was so angry at being called a half bred, I nearly snapped the phone in half, ‘who the hell is this woman, mum?’ I shouted as though this woman was sat in front of me.
Mum poured me a drink. ‘It’s Shampa. Your father’s first wife,’ she said slowly as she gulped down her drink.
We sat there in silence for a moment as this woman was only ever referred to as, ‘the pervious one,’ and never had a name so it was surprising to put a name to the craziness!
‘Mum, don’t listen to this woman! She’s obviously crazy! It’s been over 20 years and she’s still got this obsession with dad. Its clearly all lies, dad would never cheat on you,’ I begged as I continued to hug her.
She shook her head as though my words just fell on deaf ears, ‘so, why has he been so secretive for the past few weeks then?’ she questioned, ‘you’ve seen him take his phone calls outside the room! He’s been coming home later than usual, I can smell perfume on his clothes; what else can you say to defend him, Nita? I know he’s your father but all the proof is there!’ she said calmly.
I had no answers!
‘Have you spoken to dad about this?’ I enquired. She shook her head and continued, ‘I only got the phone calls today. She called at midday and started her ranting about him loving her and being with her so I hung up and when I put it to go straight to voicemail she decided to leave the message,’ she explained whilst refilling her drink.
‘Ok, well I think you should forget about this insane woman for the time being, I’ll run you a nice, bubbly bath and we’ll get a takeaway and relax. How does that sound?’ I tried as I walked upstairs to get the bath started, I looked back to see her just nod sadly and I went to get the candles and muscle soak.
After ushering her to the bathroom, I cleaned up the smashed china, poured myself another large drink and ordered the takeaway.
Five minutes later as I settled down on the sofa, trying to focus on Coronation Street , another drama was about to start as the door handle turned and dad entered the house.
‘Oh, hiya Nita, it’s a surprise to see you here on a weekday. You ok? Where’s mum?’ he asked seemly unaware of the recent events of today.
Before I could reply, we were distracted by a huge suitcase flying down the stairs. ‘Get the fuck out you lying bastard’ I heard mum shout from the
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