Fast forward to 1978
It was Rachael's 8
th
birthday party. It was an awful, awful day but for me the culminations of a slow decay of Claudia and my marriage. At that moment the kids were happy enough with the party in full swing, all else in the kids minds were forgotten. It was raining outside so the activity within was very noisy with Claudia's Mother and her younger sister orchestrating proceedings. Claudia was elsewhere. Children's parties just didn't seem to matter for her any longer. This hadn't always been the case.
Last night she had announced to the family she was going away. She would not say where; she would not say when and if she would return. She had given me a gift, a Pounamu (Greenstone) pendant, one known as a "Toki" signifying strength. She was asking me to stay strong. She had bought it while at a conference in Otago. I asked her then if she had seen Miriam, my elder sister and the closest in my family to her. She had, but made no comment to what went on between them.
She held my face and ran her fingers through my hair saying she loved me but she couldn't stay with me.
Obviously the children were upset, her Mother too. Her Mum, Emma now spent much of her time living with us and as such had become our children's surrogate mother. But in the light of Claudia's ever increasing distant behavior perhaps it was not a total surprise for any of us.
Once married, we had three girls in short succession Rachael, Miriam, (After my sister) and Emma (after Claudia's Mum). They were now sequentially 8 years, 6 and 5 years old. In the early years of our marriage the girls could not have asked for a better and more devoted Mum. In those years Claudia was completing her bachelor's degree part time which had now been a year. This last year she did her Masters full time. The intensity of her study meant that family time dropped away and her Mother and I took on greater responsibility. Claudia took a paper in Women's studies and she developed a real focus on the subject. She was intending to undertake a doctorate based in this field.
We never had any real discussion with her on this subject. I found this frustrating as we had previously enjoyed discussing her subjects when she was doing her bachelors. Now wanting to proceed with the doctorate she was finding it very difficult finding someone to oversee it. Over this period Claudia was also spending a lot of time away at conferences or other committee and study group meetings
Coinciding with this was an increasing loss of intimacy between us. Although we had recently made love rather half-heartedly a few times; this last night I made a desperate attempt at a memorable night but tearfully she refused me and turned her back. The loss of intimacy I had put down to that condition most married couples with children go through but now I was beginning to wonder.
It revived my thoughts about Mike's prophecy all those years ago at Arcadia. Could she be cheating on me? She certainly had plenty of opportunity. I tried to bring up the subject with her but we seemed to have lost the art of communication. In our early years of marriage our love life was never dramatic. It seemed like Claudia had overreached at Arcadia more than anything else.
I did harbor some resentment in Rachael not being mine but we never argued about it. In fact we never argued about anything really until recently. We were so damned reasonable with each other. Perhaps that contributed to the slow decay.
She had developed a very close relationship with a longtime friend, Julia. Julia acted like an acolyte to Claudia and would hang on her every word. I did ask Claudia if the relationship was developing into a more lesbian one. Claudia was not shocked at my suggestion but assured me it was not that. I wondered myself though whether Claudia was fooling herself.
It was then we found ourselves arguing about little things. The arguments never mounted too much and usually ended with either Claudia or I apologizing or making up in some way. Frustratingly it seemed that these petty spats simply served as a distraction from the really big questions that hung over us.
I heard a car pull in to the drive outside. I went to the window and mournfully looked on at the grey drizzling day. Claudia was now standing outside the garage with Julia both eye to eye, hands clasping deep in conversation. Claudia turned and saw me watching and gave me a smile. She then entered the house picking up a suit case she had packed the night before. I called the girls to say their final goodbyes. I am not sure that they understood that this could be for keeps. After kisses and hugs Claudia tearfully left joining Julia at her car.
I watched, fingering the toki which I now wore, with the feeling of a very large stone in my gut. I felt she was simply deserting her family. Emma and I could not understand why she would leave without a forwarding address or contact. Her Mother had tried and tried to get her to at least give us that but to no avail. I had rung my sister Miriam that morning. Miriam to whom Claudia had so often discussed her most intimate details was utterly shocked as she had no idea Claudia would do this.
At the time divorce laws in New Zealand did not make parting easy and in my mind I did not see the point. I just hoped she would experience what she needed and she would return to the fold.
There was not much music for us in this period but I do remember one pop song by the band Promises called 'Baby it's you' which even today brings a tear. In fact, I recall it playing in the back ground as the car pulled away.
I couldn't concentrate on the party. I left through the back door and found a secluded place in the garden. I sat on the stone garden wall oblivious to the mossy wetness and the drizzle plastering my hair to my scalp. I must have been talking to myself because I startled myself by shouting, "Fuck you Claudia, Fuck you!"
A little voice behind replied, "That's not a very nice thing to say to Mummy, Daddy."
I turned to look at a little wet Rachael staring back at me with a very earnest face, "I know you're sad daddy that she has to go, but she will be back."
"Did she tell you when?"
"When she has done what she has to do."