So, here I am with part nine. I wanted to write it sooner but my chronic fatigue has been a bit naughty since I returned from my trip, so it’s been difficult to get going. Just to recap on what I’m trying to achieve with this series of posts. I’m trying to write with the mentality of who I was at the time of each phase, so hopefully, the reader will evolve alongside the writer as the story progresses and we blossom together; something like that anyway. To kick off part nine I just need to rewind slightly..
When me and Sonja split up I was young, free and single again. I’d been spending time in London, but at this stage I’d not moved back there yet. I started going to the various singles clubs in Swindon, which was quite an experience. They were all a bit hit-and-miss, with the exception of one that was held on a Tuesday night in a lovely venue just off the town centre. Ironically, it was this venue that closed within a few months of me “getting into the scene”, which was very disappointing. However, during one of my first visits I met Carol. A bloke called George that I’d been chatting to told me her name and said that the girl with her was her daughter. What happened next was pure cheese in motion. I tapped her on the shoulder, and when she turned around I said, “Hi Carol, would you like to dance”? (it gets cheesier, believe me!). She looked startled but was happy to oblige. As we started to exchange pleasantries I immediately upped the ante, and the cheesometer went into meltdown as I confessed to getting her name from George and with all the cunning of a wily old fox that defied my tender years, said, “Oh, she’s your daughter????? I thought you were sisters”! I know, I know, but hey, I’m not ashamed.
That was it, me and Carol started seeing each other; but if I’d known then what I was letting myself in for I’d have run a mile. Having said that, it was ironically only because of Carol that I got my foot on the first rung of the spiritual ladder. She had grown up in a violent household with two sisters and a brother. Carol’s father was the sort of man who did not need an excuse to dole out beatings and it was quite common for him to take off his belt and use the buckle end to beat them. She had then entered into a violent marriage; her husband, on one occasion hitting her so hard, that he broke her jaw. She told me once that she could take the beatings but she could not tolerate cheating. He only did it once, she found out, and that was that. However, the marriage had already spawned twin girls and a son. She’d then met someone else, remarried and had another son, but it didn’t last. There was a big gap between the twins, the first son and the second son. When I met Carol the girls were 17, her son from her first marriage was 15 and her other son was two. The house was absolute chaos.
Carol’s experiences had made her very hard faced. The Carol I got to know was a far cry from the beautiful woman I’d met at the singles club. The age gap (she was five years older than me) hadn’t made any difference and we got on exceptionally well, but gradually the cracks appeared. The toddler, who was difficult at the best of times, was constantly tormented by his older brother and there was constant screaming and shouting between Carol and one of the girls. Our relationship was off and on to the extent that it was hard to keep up with proceedings. I was backwards and forwards to London but kept the room at Vic’s. Eventually, I gave it up and moved to be with my mum. At this stage I was still with Sun Alliance Services, and after making some enquiries, I was able to transfer to the Whetstone branch in North London just a few miles from Wood Green. It was around the Christmas period and I remember them welcoming me to the branch and presenting me with a bottle of bubbly. I felt like a thief; knowing that I would never bring any business into the office. Eventually, I came clean to the branch manager. He was great about things, and even though he tried his hardest to persuade me to stay, I didn’t go back.
My brother didn’t live that far away, but he rarely phoned or visited. The nice squatters who’d lived in the flat above when my parents first moved in had gone, and some others with a large dog had taken their place. I lived there for six months, but during this time I still made frequent visits to Swindon and also took another insurance job with The Royal Liver Friendly Society. (Liver is pronounced Ly-ver by the way). To say that The Royal Liver was stuck somewhere between the dark ages and Victorian times would be being kind to them. I’m sure things have changed now, but suffice it to say I didn’t last long. However, it was during this period that I had my first prolonged spiritual-type experiences. It was a period that was very difficult for me, but one that I suppose laid the foundations for what was to come.
To be continued…
Hi Rich. I’m enjoying how your story is unfolding. I hope your listening to what the fatigue is telling you. From Logic To Enlightenment turned up today so spent an hour on the beach reading it. It’s got my interest. Happy evening to you 🙂 x
Glad you got the book so quickly Teresa and that it has grabbed you. Well, my fatigue is telling me I’m bloody exhausted! 🙂 But I also feel that it’s a part of my awakening. I seem to be leading a double life at the moment, I’m half Zen master and half angry young/old man. I think living the paradox may be knackering me out; I’ve had it for about 6 years now! Hope you are well!!
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I’m a lot better than I have been thanks. Fatigue for me has been 16 years. I can definitely understand why you say it’s a part of your awakening, I feel the same. What a journey so far eh and what am I going to create next? Careful with those thoughts Treez haha 🙂 x
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Should get part ten out there this weekend!!
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I look forward to reading it 🙂
Catching up on your blogs, have been out of station for 2 weeks. Good reading, nearing interesting phase. Warm regards and love.
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Thanks brother, I’ll shall get writing again when I return from my trip 😊
Hi Richard, thanks for sharing your story – inspirational. Just started reading “The Amazing Journey” today as well. I feel like I’ve missed something with Part Nine. Why did you transfer with Sun Alliance to London, go to the welcome party, but know that you weren’t going to stay?
Hi Mark and thanks for your comment. As I remember it, it was one of those situations where I knew it was all over, but there was a part of me that was still trying to cling to the myth that I was going to make zillions as an insurance salesman. I suppose I had to actually make the journey to the other office to make myself see the truth once and for all. Hope you enjoy The Amazing Journey!