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This week’s words were chosen by Ross: monochrome, stilted, affluent, trestle and anachronism
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I am in The Forwards, looking at this anachronism from my past. The mattress resting on the trestle is as battered as I remember. In those less affluent times, it was my bed for many years. I would pull the mattress from under Aunt Flo’s bed, get the two trestles from the side of the wardrobe, together with a sheet of plywood. First the plywood, then the mattress went on the trestles. I could not sit on my bed – the mattress overhung the plywood by 6 inches or more all the way round. So I tended to sleep curled up in a ball in the centre of the bed, a habit which remained into adulthood and ultimately led to my divorce.
My ex came from a family fallen on hard times through gambling and a stilted awkwardness. He saw me as someone who would save him. He had a tendency to see the world in monochrome, for people to be either his salvation or his damnation. When he realized I would not, could not, save him, I became his enemy so quickly that even I, who had been expecting this turnaround, was amazed at the speed with which he expunged me from his life.
It was a bitter divorce. Even though I agreed to all his demands except one, gave up money and possessions as though they were unimportant, he still could not accept that I would not let him take Aunt Flo’s house. “It needs too much work”, he would say, “Let me pay for it, and you can buy a new house”. He wanted to sell the land for redevelopment; I wanted to cling to the only bit of my past remaining.
So I start again, back in this place, this house. I toss the mattress into the garden to wait for the bin men to come; I may want to hang onto my past, but that doesn’t include stained, smelly mattresses!