The
Gate-Crasher
Life had always been a big party for me.
I chose the roads which enticed me -
I was young and I did as I pleased.
No restrictions -
Apart from money and morals maybe.
I settled though and married
my perfect match.
A remarkable woman - Vibrant, fun-loving and beautiful.
She was my soul-mate, my lover, my best friend - My everything.
We travelled the world together
Living and loving every minute.
Sharing extraordinary experiences throughout.
Highs and Lows.
Experiences that drew us ever closer-
if that were possible. Was it all too perfect?
Out of the blue, this GateCrasher
showed up.
He shook my hand (!)
Introduced himself as "MS".
A complete stranger to me.
I didn't know who he was or where he'd come from.
We both knew he was trouble-
(No real sense of humour either.)
I didn't take to him at all!
He didn't fit in - wasn't part of the plan
And he was spoiling our party.
It wasn't long before he
started asking for things of mine he had no right to have.
Just like a bailiff knocking on the door of life.
I wasn't going to give him what he wanted -
but he threatened everything I had.
I got it into my head that he was a potential home-wrecker!
I was f*****g seething inside at that.
So I picked a fight with
this "MS" guy.
But he was a bit of a hardman.
A bully and a cheat.
He always hit me when I wasn't looking.
And so, at the start, I came off second best.
Weakened and dis-heartened.
When fighting didn't work,
I tried to run -
but he'd even taken that away from me.
So instead, for a while, I pretended he wasn't there-
Just ignored him.
But he was always there - lingering...
Asking for more stuff
Taking away more stuff.
Things that you take for granted until they're gone.
He was wearing me down.
He gave me something new to think about every few weeks.
He was having a laugh - taking the piss in fact.
"Look what I can do to you" he would taunt.
"What ya gonna do about that then"?????!!!
He could do so much that
scared me-(terrified me)
And the more I fought physically - the weaker I became.
It was like thrashing around in quicksand
With "MS" watching from the side howling with laughter!!!
Eventually, I'd had enough
- He'd broken me I suppose.
Beaten me into submission.
"What d'you want from me??!" I cried out in anguish one day.
I didn't expect an answer so soon -
but found one from somewhere through all the fog.
"I want a little respect"
MS sighed.
"That's all - We don't don't have to be best mates or anything.
I know I'm not the easiest to live with (!) - I mean I might cramp your
style (as well as your muscles!) but look at it from my point of view....
Nobody ever willingly invites me round to stay. Nobody wants me - but
I'M HERE NOW- so we might as well at least try and get on even though
we've not always seen eye to eye in the past!!!
Why don't we start again? - Let's "shake" on it!" (I
told you "MS" had a crap sense of black humour!)
So I went away and thought
about all this.
I still wasn't happy - but what could I do??
I could hardly chuck him out!
Nobody knew how!!
Anyway, he might be encouraged to leave on his own accord sometime -
somehow -if I showed enough respect.
A bit like a stroppy teenager fleeing the nest.
But probably not for a while yet.
So I weighed up my options
and agreed.
I learnt to respect him.
but I couldn't befriend him yet -
(Maybe that comes later.)
We still have our scraps
- our disagreements-
But on the whole we've learnt to get along OK.
And if the truth be known -
"MS" has actually taught me quite a bit.
(But don't tell anyone.)
He's drawn me closer to
my family-
Shown me who my real friends are.
He's introduced me to a whole bunch of people I love and admire.
He's shown me a side of myself I love and admire!
He makes life more challenging -
but ultimately more rewarding.
He forces me to stay really amped up and positive
To embrace life, to live life and to love life.
In quite a bizarre way,
he's moulding me into a better man.
We're not best buddies yet,
"MS" and me.
But one day - perhaps we will be.
So Hey!!!
LET'S GET THIS PARTY REALLY
STARTED!!!!!!!!!!
You're all invited!
Graeme and "MS"
xx
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