This is Val's side of the saga. Please do read if death and depressing stories offend and disgust you like it did to so many before.
He was late again.
"Third fucking night this week! No phone call no nothing, I'm fucking sick of it."
I had spent three hours cooking his favourite meal and he stayed late at that poxy office again.
Jim came through the front door at 8.30pm.
"Again Jim, You promised me."
"I know but this order has to get out by the morning, I really had no choice."
"Of course you had a choice, You promised me 6pm, you promised."
"I know, I am sorry Val. But I also promised work I'd get it out on time. It won't happen again."
"Three nights running, three fucking nights I have thrown our dinner away, You think more of that office than you do me!"
My hormones were running wild lately, I knew it but I still blew my top at the slightest provocation. I knew it and yet I still did it.
We sat in silence yet again that night watching TV neither of us giving way, well Jim tried but I shut him down each time.
I was seven months pregnant now and constantly horny but not getting any, my nerves were getting frayed very easily.
We had been trying over a year for a baby before the test showed positive. Jim was so happy he was on the phone to his parents within minutes and cried for hours after. That night in bed we were so close, we kissed and cuddled all night falling asleep in each other's arms. The next day we were on cloud nine we talked of baby names and cots and a nursery in the spare room, we had so many plans to make.
That weekend we set to work stripping the old flowery wallpaper in the spare bedroom, it was harder than either of us were expecting but doing it together it was fun. We spent the next month at weekends doing it and by March it was perfect except the final colour.
We had the 20 week scan the following Tuesday so we would know the sex, I had a can of pink ready with my fingers crossed. Jim said the same old thing "Either, as long as it's healthy." Yeah of course, I knew he wanted a son really. Tuesday I got lucky, a girl. Mum came with us and she was overjoyed. She would have a granddaughter to spoil rotten, to take on shopping trips and teach her the sort of things that nans do.
Jim put in for overtime to get a nest egg for when she came. We decided on the name Charlotte, it was my nans name and my mums middle name. I put the finishing touches to her room while Jim worked, I was seeing less of him but the money would be worth it.
Our sex life midweek became non-existent because of his long hours, it also suffered at the weekend too. We still kissed and were affectionate but I missed sex, I needed sex.
Jim came out with, "I don't want to hurt the baby??"
I mean, come on for fuck sake! I started thinking "He doesn't love me now I'm fat."
Why doesn't he want me? I was starting to really feel unloved and unwanted.
We had not made love or had real sex now in 3-4 months and I was on edge all day every day. I masturbated with a vibrator but it just took the edge off it temporarily.
Tom and Susan, Jim's mum and dad were around one weekend for dinner when I let fly at Jim for just tipping a drink of water over the table. I really went to town on him, the frustration just boiled over. The look on Susan's face stopped me in my tracks and I ran to the bedroom.
Susan came up two minutes later.
"I'm sorry, I just get so frustrated with him!"
She put her arms around me.
"It's ok, It's ok. I know what you are going through, Jim had a chat with his dad last week, I am here whenever you need anything ok........We went through the same when I was pregnant with Jim and his sister. His dad didn't touch me for months, I hated him for it."
The floodgates burst and I sobbed my heart out. "I need him to still want me Susan, I need to know he still loves me. He won't come near me!"
"He still loves you, just give him time."
"But I need to feel him close to me, I want him to want me like a woman, not like an expectant mum! I need to feel wanted."
I found Susan was easier to talk to than my own mum, she WAS like a mum to me. Susan was only 57 but had wisdom far beyond her years, she knew what to say and when to say it.
Jim and I muddled through and he tried, but I could see his heart wasn't in it as far as a sexual relationship went. He licked or masturbated me but it wasn't enough, I missed the intimacy of having a man inside me. I couldn't confide this to my mum I was too embarrassed to talk of these things to her but I could with Susan. She and I became so close towards the end of my pregnancy when one day I got a call from Tom, he was distraught.
"She's dead, Val, she's dead."
Tom had found Susan on the kitchen floor covered in flour, she had been baking and had had a massive heart attack. It was instant.
"Shit......Stay there, I'll be right there, I'm coming now."
I quickly rang Jim at work, unfortunately he had been called to a site meeting and was unavailable for 2 hours.
I got to Susan and Toms place in 15 minutes, I let myself in and found him swaying on the floor with Susan in his arms. I collapsed into them both holding onto them as we cried together. We sat together and I comforted him for what seemed like hours until my phone rang. Jim was 10 minutes away, he would be here soon. I opened the front door to Jim, he looked as white as a ghost.
"Where is she?"
"In the kitchen with your dad."
Jim pushed past me, when he saw his mum in his dads lap he howled and hit the floor.
I had never seen him this way, he fell apart. I sat on the hallway floor with him as his dad sat with his dead mum. I had his head in my chest as he broke his heart. I felt ashamed as I thought this was the closest I had been to my husband in months, and it took this.
I made the relevant phone calls, the doctor came and declared her dead. Her body was taken away to the sobbing sounds of Tom in the garden.
We decided he should come home with us and I packed a suitcase while Jim took him to ours. I got home 30 minutes after them to find them in silence in our lounge. I made a pot of coffee and took it in.
"Thank you Val, thank you so much for being there with me. I really needed someone with me."
I teared up again, Tom was looking at me like a lost little boy, I went to him taking him in my arms kissing his cheek. I looked over at Jim behind us saying,
"We are here for you as long as you need us."
Jim did his best to smile through the tears as I held his father close to me. We all slept in the lounge that first night, I made another strong pot of coffee the next morning.
"Thank you both but I won't impose any longer."
"Shut up dad, don't be stupid. My house is your house as long as you need it."
I was as proud of Jim at that moment as I ever had been.
We all settled into a week of mourning and just moping around try our best to get on but it was hard. Every now and then one of us would burst into tears doing the most mundane of tasks.
Jim eventually had to go back to his office and left me and Tom alone. I found Tom weeping alone on more than one occasion and went to him and held him. I needed the cuddles with Tom as much as he needed them from me. It felt good to have a man hold me again.
3-4 days of this has its toll, I know it sounds selfish but at least Jim could get out of this situation for 8-9 hours a day. Me and Tom were stuck in it 24 hours a day. The fourth day it changed, I cuddled Tom and he took hold of my face and kissed me.
"Shit...Shit....Sorry, sorry fuck it, I'm sorry."
He looked devastated as he looked at me.