"You've done what, Darling?" asked my best friend Avril in her very English accent.
"You heard me, I left Jacques," I replied.
"What on earth for?" was her next question.
"Because as I told you I have met someone else," I told her again.
Avril looked at me and asked, "Who is the lucky man, Darling?"
This was the difficult part. Avril was my best friend and a very English lady. We had known each other for close to 15 years, the last 10 years of which we have been close friends. She always called everyone "Darling" in that long drawn out way in her English voice. Sometimes she grated in the way she spoke and when she became passionate about something or she wanted to make her opinion known the Darling became even more drawn out. Despite many years in Canada, she had never lost her English accent although her English mannerisms had been diluted by her Canadian way of life. Avril was the kindest most generous woman anyone could wish to have as a friend and I consider myself very lucky to be her friend. Her sense of humour was very dry and very English, but also outrageous and she laughed hardest of all at herself and especially when her pompous bubble was burst. Both of us saw funny things differently, yet despite our differences we had become close friends. Avril is also one of the most determined people I have ever met. It is very seldom that she is thwarted in anything she wants to do. Despite this though she is not domineering and she is highly considerate of others. However she is always, as she puts it, so prim and proper despite her huge sense of humour. Hence why I was a bit reluctant in some ways to tell her I was gay even though I had every confidence in her.
To describe Avril, she is a couple of years younger than I am and is what her husband Henry describes as "an English rose". They have two of the nicest children you could wish to meet, although I am sure both of her sons have great mischief creating potential. They both inherited their mother's enormous sense of fun and enjoyment of life rather than their father's dour manner. Her complexion is pale and she has very red lips. Her eyes are a mixture of green and hazel flecks and her hair is closer to auburn than true ginger. She wears her hair down to her shoulders parted just to the left of centre. It always has such a glossy look to it and I imagine it is very soft to run your fingers through it. Although she does have some freckles like true redheads have, her skin is almost blemish free as long as she stays out of the sun. Avril loves to be outside but she always wears a hat to keep the sun off her face.
On the day in question we were sitting in her three season porch drinking tea and eating what she calls biscuits while I was telling her about my change in lifestyle. Avril loves her afternoon tea, while I like my tea in the morning. She leaned back in her chair in her casual elegant way looking totally relaxed but so alert. Her eyes pierced as they always did while she seemed to look into your very soul.
"Avril, this is very difficult. I never said the person I met is a man, " I said.
She took a sip of her tea and looked deeper into my eyes and said, "You mean you left your husband for a woman?"
I nodded instead of speaking to give my eyes a chance to escape her intense stare. When I kept my head still again I was subjected to one of her piercing looks while she remained silent.
"Is this what you truly want?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied.
She looked at me again and said, "Yes you are sure, aren't you." Then she smiled and her eyes lost their intensity before she continued, "Darling, why has it taken you so long to realise you are gay? I spotted that you might be many years ago not long after we first met."
I almost fell off my chair. How the hell had she seen what I myself didn't know back then?
"H-h-how did you k-know?" I stuttered.
She could see that she had surprised me and it always pleased Avril to get one over on anybody, her friends included. She was a very clever woman, not only in an academic way, but very skilled at dealing with people. Avril remained silent for a moment before she replied, "I just did Darling, I just did."
I sensed there was more to it than that while she paused for a moment and continued, "Dearest Barbara, I can see you were worried about telling me in case I didn't want to be your friend any more. Well don't worry, I really don't care who you sleep with Darling. You are still the same sweet friend I have had and always will have."
Avril seldom showed her emotions and remained aloof no matter what had happened, but this time she allowed me to see into her soul and I saw genuine concern and friendship for me.
"Darling, if there is anything I can do to help you, please please let me know and I will do it. Anything," she said in an impassioned way.
She moved her hand over to mine and squeezed it while she said this.
Breathing a huge sigh of relief, I said, "Thank you so much Avril, you really are the best and kindest friend I have. You already gave me what I hoped for, your approval for what I have done."
Avril smiled again and said, "Now tell me all about her, how did you meet? What is her name?"
I took another sip of my tea and set the cup down before telling her all about Denise, how we had met, how we had become friends and eventually lovers. I also told her about a lot of the things that had caused my marriage to fail, including my now former husband's acceptance of a promotion that required us to move when I didn't want to leave where we lived, how I had discovered he was having an affair, and how despite my telling myself we were still in love that we had drifted apart. Denise came as a breath of fresh air to me, and while I had dreamed about having a same sex affair for almost my entire adult life I had never actively looked for it. Denise turned my dream into reality, sometimes a dangerous thing. Well my now real dream did cost me my marriage. But with hindsight I think the marriage was dying anyway.
"You must introduce her to me Darling, I want to meet the woman who captured my friend's heart," she said.
"Yes, I would like her to meet you, but Avril she will only want to meet you, not Henry. She had a bad experience with a man once and she doesn't want anything to do with men in any way. If that is OK with you then yes, I will willingly introduce you, I know you will like her," I said.
"What sort of bad experience, Darling? What do you mean?" asked Avril.
"She was the victim of an attempted rape. Denise won't talk about it much and she told me in confidence, so please don't mention it when you meet her," I answered.