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Sometimes everything in life dovetails together neatly and sometimes it
does not. The worst case scenario is when life teases you with the
first option and delivers the second when you are not ready for it.
When I proposed to Catherine, she instantly accepted and things began
to progress fast.
We started house hunting and found a place that neither of us could
resist. It was larger than we expected for our budget, or rather just
beyond our budget, but the previous owners had divorced before moving
in and were keen to sell up and split the proceeds between them, so the
place was definitely available for below the market norm. Personally I
remained worried that we were going beyond our spending power, but
Catherine put on her pleading face and said, "Oh, come on Pete..."
which is something against which I have had a zero percent resistance
record. It was habitable, but the living room and second bedroom were
bare and needed decorating. The latter needed some plastering repairs
as well, but I could turn my hand to that. Catherine hated the decor in
the hallway, so that was slotted in at the bottom of the redecoration
list. The consolation was that all these jobs added to the value of the
house more than the cost of materials.
I have my own small graphic design business which then had two
employees. We did other things, such as website design and a bit of
marketing support when needed and things were going quite well. Then my
more experienced employee left to go freelance, and some customers took
their business to him. I could have been offended but that was exactly
how I had started up my own business, so I wished him good luck to
avoid being a total hypocrite. This gave me a good budgetary idea. The
leased office could be given up as the business could now be moved into
the big, airy extension on the new house. The electrics would need to
be beefed up but that was something else I could do for myself. The
cost of renting the office and all the peripheral costs were saved, and
if a meeting room was needed, one could be hired or we could meet on
the customer's premise.
My remaining employee, Susannah, was a quiet girl but she was very
dependable. When I gave her a design to complete I could rely on
Susannah to get it right quickly. When she first joined, she failed to
put forward any design ideas of her own, nor any suggestions for fine
tuning things. Did she not have any? Or if she did, were they good ones
or bad ones? At this point in time Susannah was just starting to make
design suggestions and was not afraid of putting up an idea that may
not eventually used. Not being number three in seniority, out of three,
seemed to boast her confidence nicely. Most importantly, she would not
mind being evicted from a town centre office into the extension of the
new house as a career developing move.
At this stage the wedding plans were well under control, a new house
had been acquired, a convenient business circumstance had alleviated
the slight overspend on the house. As any groom knows, the major
remaining item yet to discuss was to ensure that the future mother-in-
law was onside with her daughter's choice of husband. This was trickier
with Catherine being an only child and getting a bit of the possessive
parenting that often comes with that territory, but I managed to get
that working as well and there was definitely no negative vibe coming
from her mother, Angela.
With everything seemingly in good shape, this was where my golden touch
failed me, and I was left with a long list of things that I should have
done but did not. The wedding itself went off without a hitch, and
Angela did not seem to interfere at all, although maybe Catherine did a
good job of ensuring that her parents only got involved with things
that they needed to handle.
I should have replied to Angela, when she complained that I was not
helping Catherine with the household chores, that I was doing a full
time job (and a bit more) plus all the decorating. But I did not.
Catherine was always her mummy's princess, so not having in her
skillset things such as painting and wallpaper hanging were not her
fault.
I should have pointed out to Angela when she said that Catherine was
terribly busy at work and needed the help that her husband owned the
company and that Catherine's role there was one for which she never
seemed to be able to quantify in words what she was actually doing. But
I did not.
I should have told Angela that it was unfair that they had been
dishonest with me when it turned out that Catherine had not sold her
flat, because she did not actually own it. All she had done was merely
move out of one owned by her father's company and that her contribution
to the house deposit had been a gift from her parents. But I did not.
I should have informed Angela that the pet names that Catherine and I
had for each other were none of her business when she asked me not to
call he daughter Catya, with emphasis on the second syllable because,
according to Angela, it made her sound like a Russian prostitute.
Actually I did do that one but then spoiled it by saying that I bowed
to her superior knowledge of naming trends amongst East European sex
workers, which left me in a worse standing in Angela's eyes than when
before she raised it.
I should have noticed Angela's minimal sense of humour before that day.
But I did not.
I should have told Angela that between Susannah and myself we could
cope with the admin when business began to pick up again, and that we
did not need her help around the mini-office. But I did not.
I should have told Angela, "Thanks, but no thanks," on the day when I
ran out of clean underwear (had those pesky underpants gnomes stolen
the lot?) and she just happened to have a spare pair to hand that I
could borrow. They were plain white cotton with a very pale pink lace
band on the waist and I thought that as nobody would notice, I did not
protest.
I should have just denied it to Angela and told her to stop making
something of nothing when she had an incomprehensible rant at me for
saying something sexist to Catherine, which I am certain was untrue
anyway. But I did not.
I should have refused Angela when this previous situation led to her
making me wear a pink bra and knickers, violet coloured blouse, black
skirt and barely black tights, but I did not not. And I cannot really
explain how she made me do it, armed just with a never ending stream of
verbal put downs.
I should have physically denied her when Angela grabbed my ear and
dragged me into the office to sit there in that attire in front of
Susannah, who was just as embarrased as I was. But I did not. We just
sat there working away in the most awkward of silences.
I should have ignored Angela every time that she referred to me as
Petra, emphasising the second syllable of course. This was another one
that I tried to do, but then Angela kept using the name Petra telling
me that she would do this, that or the other around the office and
house, all things that she knew that I would not want done, so I had to
respond to prevent those things being done.
I should not have just sit still on the following day when Angela
insisted on adding make up after she had told me to wear the same bra
and knickers but with black opaque tights and a short sleeved bright
blue knee length dress, with ballerina flats for my feet, shoes that
had never been sighted in the house before. But I did not, and I just
walked into the office of my own accord.
I should have complained to Angela after my hair had been teased into
as near a feminine style as possible by Susannah, as she expertly
utilised a couple of spare hair clips and a barette. I did protest to
Susannah but she told me that it was Angela's instructions, so I let
her finish before dealing with Angela, just to ensure that Susannah did
not get into trouble. Of course I never did not get round to
challenging Angela on the subject. Susannah told me that she had a
sister with a similar length hair to mine (mid length by male
standards) and she was used to helping her get a nice girlish look.
I should have discussed it with Angela before telling Susannah not to
take direct orders from Angela. But I did not. In all likelihood I
would have received a spanking anyway, but possibly not in the office
with Susannah watching. Again, Susannah looked as ashamed of what was
happening as me.
I should have just got changed before Catherine arrived home from work
and saw me. But I did not. Angela had left an hour or so earlier but
for some reason I was worried that Susannah might be on her side and
tell her if I got changed into male clothes without permission.
I should have got Catherine to let me put my side of the story instead
of just letting her yell at me. But I did not. And when she had
finished, the atmosphere was too frosty for me to start making excuses,
especially given that for all the reasons above, they were not really
very good excuses.
I should have refused when Catherine bought me a satin nightdress to
wear to bed. But I did not. Her anger had cooled by then and she put on
THAT face and said, "Oh come on, Petra..." Secretly I was glad that I
did, because it did felt very nice to wear.
I should have pointed out that there were other options available, such
as wearing my own clothes, when I tried to refuse to wear a skirt and
blouse that she had also bought for me for work and Catherine told me
that it was the skirt and blouse or school uniform. Her school uniform,
naturally. So it was the skirt and blouse.
I should have declined to participate when Angela 'suggested' that I
shave my legs and minimise other body hair, but her assurance that
wearing hosiery would feel better seemed to be a convincing case, so I
did not decline. She was correct and it made the satin nightdress feel
even nicer.
There is one last thing on my to do list, which is to extricate myself
from the big hole that I have dug for myself, but I am a bit short of
ideas on how to do that at the moment. And I don't necessarily want to
give up everything that passed my way recently...
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