This is part of my 'You can love more than one person' series. I had affections for two women at the same time. I chose, it was a difficult choice and years later it turned out to be the wrong one. You make your decisions on the information you have at the time. I used to wonder what my life would have been like if I had chosen the other one. Later on, I had to make that choice again. I got it right the second time and 40 odd years later I still think it was the correct one.
I like happy endings as most of you know and I can be a bit soft on my characters. I do not think so this time, I am sure you will let me know if I was too harsh or not harsh enough.
The Oxford English dictionaries define fiction as "something that is invented or untrue." So please do not tell me 'It would not happen like that'. Because you are correct It probably would not.
Dictionaries also tell me there are several meanings for the word fantasy. This is the one I have used. 'The faculty or activity of imagining, impossible or improbable things.'
This is fiction, with an element of fantasy.
It will be plainly obvious I know very little about commercial banking.
I have tried to make it entertaining and I hope you are entertained by this little tale.
Normally in my tales a woman called Dee is a despicable character. I thought that would give the name a reprieve this time, well some of the time.
The warning signs may have been there at her company function in September for winning some account or something like that, I do not understand commercial banking. Actually, in hindsight I don't think there was anything to see back then, it was all innocent, it was later things started to change and that made me think back to that party. I was introduced to Gerald, the new chap she was mentoring at the bank. He seemed okay, a bit younger than us and a little bit arrogant, but I expect that comes with youth. I may have been similar before I met Cheryl.
I was brought up on a farm, and it was great fun as a kid, running around, shooting pests, then when a bit older driving and operating all sorts of farming machinery, I loved that. Driving tractors and operating machinery gave me a confidence other kids of my age did not have. But I recognised farming was hard work as an adult. So I went into engineering. I was working as an Engineering Project manager for a farm machinery manufacturer, with my farming and engineering background.
I met Cheryl at a mutual friend's party and we hit it off. We married eighteen months after we met. She was in commercial banking. Life was good, Cheryl was twenty-eight, I was twenty-nine and we had been muting about starting a family, we had been married for six years, it was time. All of our parents thought so as well.
We had bought a 'do up' three-bedroom house about six years ago just after we got married with a little help from both sets of parents, plus an employee's discount on a mortgage. The work was pretty much finished. One of the two spare bedrooms was already starting to look like a nursery, that was always the plan. We had done most of the work ourselves. It had taken a while but we had made this house everything we wanted. We absolutely loved it.
At the party I thought Cheryl and Gerald were dancing together too much and I felt like I was being slightly ignored, not too much, but enough that other people noticed. I mentioned this to Cheryl. She instantly apologised saying she hadn't realised what she was doing, but Gerald was new and had only been with the company a couple of weeks and he didn't know many people, to which I replied. "Well, he won't get to meet many people if he spends all his time dancing with you."
She looked at me, smiled and said. "You're absolutely correct. I'm sorry, I'll tell him that."
We were standing around drinking and chatting with her friend Dee, they both worked at the same bank, they were both mentors for new starters in the bank. Dee was between boyfriends at the moment, I found it hard to keep track of Dee's love life, she was more of Cheryl's friend than mine.
I had to pop to the little boy's room, and I told the girls on the way back I would pick up some more drinks. When I left the bathroom Dee was standing alone and Cheryl was again dancing with Gerald, it was a slow one and they were getting too close for me to be comfortable. I headed towards them because I was getting fed up with this.
Dee stepped in front of me and asked me to dance, she could see I was angry. She said to me. "It's just a dance, don't worry."
I looked at her and said. "He is dancing with a married woman, you're single, why is he not dancing with you, or any of the other women here to get to know them?" She spluttered something, but at that moment Cheryl looked across and saw me.
She disengaged herself from Gerald and came towards me with a smile holding her hands out to me. "Come on sweetie, it's your turn."
I took her in my arms and whispered into her ear. "I didn't realise I was taking turns here, I thought we came here to enjoy the celebration together."
She pushed me gently back so she could look me in the eyes. "I'm sorry darling." She said. "He asked me to dance, I couldn't refuse."
"Yes, you could, I told you how I feel. Dee is single, why is he not dancing with her or any of the other women? Or even just circulating with other people from the bank."
She pulled herself back into my arms and kissed me on the cheek. "You're right, again, no more dances for anyone but you tonight, but you have got to promise me to have at least one with Dee."
"Okay, if I must."
She giggled, the next dance was a faster one, we separated and threw ourselves around a bit. She dragged me off the floor after that.