I Told Tom About My Decision Last Night

Dear Monika

I hope you had a good break. I told Tom about my decision last night. I might at least have expected him to scream or call me a cow or unfair or at least to defend himself. I was even expecting a degree of breakages, er, if much could be found that isn’t already stuck together with Blu-Tak or artfully balanced wreckage to let a long line of grumpy cleaning ladies think we’re slightly Bohemian and can’t be having with proper repairs like normal people. But he hardly said a thing except could his subscription to Psychogeography Today be re-directed. I think I was angry at him for not being angry. I mean, this isn’t normal behaviour, is it? I’ve been living with a human sloth or a Vulcan all these years and have been in denial. As usual I do all the talking and am made to feel like shit and he gets off scott-free. But this is the last time this is happening because Tom will be moving out of Merryfields Avenue for good at the end of the week. I told him he could have Maureen and family to keep him company but he said no.

This brings me to a very difficult matter. I think you are aware of our current financial situation. I’m afraid there’s no longer going to be enough money to pay your wages, Monika. I’m going to have to let you go. I know somebody with your aptitudes won’t have any difficulty finding another job and I’m very happy to provide references.

Thanks once again for your invaluable help.

Bella x

P.S If you’d like to take Maureen and family with you I quite understand.