This is a brief tale of when I moved south (UK) for a few months for work. It isn’t about what happened to me, thankfully, but more signs about how women think – and why you shouldn’t trust them.
When the assignment just outside London came up, I had decided that I would share a flat or rent a room as hotels near the capital were ridiculously expensive. Plus I was tired of hotels, and I thought it would nice to have a proper kitchen and living room to relax in. I didn’t have much luck initially, but came across an advert in a newsagent for a professional working person to rent a room in a 2 bed flat. The price was good (£65 pw incl bills), so I went to see it. The owner was actually a lass called Sharon, about 28-29 yrs old. She was a social worker who worked night shifts, and needed to rent a room for extra cash. It was all cash in hand, 2 month deposit, and she didn’t ask for contract, but did want an employer reference (which I had). Basically as I worked days, what sold it to me was I would have the entire flat to myself in the evening. Her only conditions were I made no noise when she was sleeping (no tv, music etc) during the daytime and had no visitors at night. In additional her boyfriend (who had his own place nearby, but didn’t live there), would come round, to check up on things, periodically, and he would have the keys. However my room was my room, and she/he would not enter it without permission, and I could have a lock on the door.
This all worked fine for me, and ended up staying there a while as my contract for work was extended for 10 months there. Although I rarely spent weekends there, I would get to know Sharon well over that period when we would overlap. Me coming in, she leaving for work. Sometimes she would occasionally switch shifts to daytime (for cover purposes when her colleagues got sick), and sometimes she had time off. We would just chat about general things, life, work , (though she would bitch about her girlfriends alot!) etc. I saw her as my landlady and was polite and respectful. Nothing more, nothing less. Her boyfriend I got to know well, as he would pop over regularly to check up on the flat, and we would chat about international football, cost of living, taxes, women etc. A sound dude, he was born in Italy, but spent most of his working career in the UK. My aim was not to p~~~ either off and kept the place clean, as to get a whole flat to myself, for £65 pw, was f*cking amazing.
I came home one evening, only to hear a woman crying in her bedroom. I knocked on her closed door, but didn’t enter. I just asked ‘Is everything ok ?’
Sharon came out, tears streaming down her cheeks. ‘It’s my dad, he’s gone, he’s not coming back’.
I said, ‘I’m sorry Sharon, my condolences, is there anything I can do ?’
She stopped sobbing for a few seconds, and gave me a angry look, ‘ He’s not dead you idiot, he’s phoned me to tell me he’s staying in Jamaica and never coming back !’
I was abit lost for words then. Sharon then went into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of wine, then sat in the living room and beckoned me in. Although it wasn’t my business, she proceeded to give me the details.
(I would add that Sharon, and her mum and dad, were from Jamaica. Her dad served in the British Army as a cook. Her mum, a nurse, and very very stern – uptight woman from what I could discern – and a social climber)
Her dad had served in the army for 3 decades and had retired with a pension. He had his own house, but 15 years earlier, Sharon’s mum had divorced him, because, according to Sharon, she found a more ‘professional’ man i.e. had more money. Her dad raised Sharon and had custody, and hence he kept the house. Sharon didn’t get along with her mum as she effectively abandoned them.
‘So why doesn’t he want to come back here Sharon ?’, I asked.
‘He says there is nothing left here, and he wants to live out his remaining days, in sunshine, having breakfast on the beach, drinking rum, and living like a king with no worries’, she replied. ‘He’s bought a small beach house, and shacked up with some 21 yr old whore, who is living in his place there. She’s just sponging off him, and my dad is just using her, I know what the women are like there’.
It turned out, that Sharon’s dad had sold his house in London, and bought a modest beach house in Jamaica, and cohabiting with a 21 yr old woman, who took care of his ‘needs’ and in return, her dad had promised she could stay and he would take care of her needs. No marriage, no family courts, no crap. If he didn’t live up to his end, she could leave, if she didn’t fulfill her end, he would kick her out.
‘My dad is wrong, what he’s doing is wrong, don’t you agree ?’
My first thoughts were, ‘this none of my business’. I did however know enough, that when a woman asks you a question like that, she doesn’t want a logical solution to the problem, she wants you to agree with her emotive perspective. Not wanting to upset her further but not take sides, I tried the ‘throw the ball back in her court approach’ – I asked her questions, in the hope that she would get distracted and forget her original question.
‘Was your dad a good, kind man?’ I asked.
‘Yes’, she replied.
‘Did he look after you, and provide for you as best as he could when your mum left?’, I asked.
‘Yes’, she replied.
‘Did he treat you well, and supported you ?’, I asked. ‘Yes’, she replied.
‘Is he hurting anyone, committing any crimes, or mistreating anyone over there or here?’, I asked.
‘Well no’, she replied.
‘Does he seem happy there and is his gf looking after him?’, I asked.
‘Well, I suppose so’, she replied.
Her final response, after the fourth glass of wine was, ‘But he’s sold his house and taken the money!’
It’s then that it dawned on me, she was p~~~ed at her dad, not because of what he was doing (living a simple enjoyable life) but because she was potentially losing out on inheritance money. Even though, she had her own place, a job, and bf who helped out.
Now, although I wouldn’t want to live in Jamaica – any good man who has paid his dues; not caused harm or problems to anyone; who has brought up and supported his kid until they can stand on their own feet; and when his wife walks out on him – because she thinks she can do better (money wise); then after fulfilling his obligations, and on retirement sells his property to shack up with a 21 yr broad who he does not mistreat, living on a beach front, drinking rum, barbecues with mates, and not causing harm to nobody – is….in my book…not a bad person, and has earned it !
But according to a woman….the man is a bad person and doing wrong.
DGI
D – Do not
G – Get
I – Involved
D. G. I. Don't. Get. Involved. (Be happy, and stress not)
Nero 2 years, 10 months ago.
