As the mountain track grew steeper, Trish rued the day she decided to get out of the house. She was angry, wanted to created distance between them. He betrayed her trust. The promise to stop gambling, a lie told many times, washed away their love.
To forgive him – easy – like a boomerang she always returned, but today was different. Their retirement money spent on online slots, and card games, he gambled on their future.
The little cottage by the sea disappeared in a haze of vape. It had been their dream, now it lay shredded at the bottom of a rat’s cage. Her mobile rang. Trish let it ring several times, but now she was calm enough to answer.
‘I’m sorry love, I didn’t realise it was so much. I’ll work all the hours to make it up to you. Please don’t leave me.’
‘I’m getting tired of this, you need help with your gambling.’
‘If you come back I will,’ he said, his voice as cracked as a dry river bed.
With a sigh, Trish nodded. For better, for worse and all the times in between. ‘I’ll come back, but this time it will be different,’ Trish said, as she turned back towards home.