QAULITY TIME

There he goes again off out for another couple of hours. He thinks he's still a bachelor, coming and going as he pleases.

Monday it's football training. Tuesday it's Dominoes night down at the local. Wednesday he stays in because that's his quality time with the three kids. Thursday its overtime at his work after all he needs the money to supplement his expenses. Friday it's the night with his mates back down to the local. Saturday it's football and if the team win it's back to the pub to celebrate. After all everyone goes, he can't be expected not to, it would be unthinkable. Now Sunday the time for the family to relax with their Sunday dinner surrounded by their loved ones. Well that's the way it's supposed to be except Ian has other ideas on how to spend Sundays, which I might add is totally different from mine. His idea of Sunday togetherness is travelling 60 odd miles to his parent's house to have Sunday dinner with them and his brothers along with their wives and kids. It's like feeding time at the zoo except the animals are better behaved than the kids. Thankfully it's only the kids he takes and not me. You see his family don't approve of me, they think I'm a bad influence on Ian and lead him a stray. What a joke, I lead him a stray I think it's the other way round.

Now there's me what can I say? Every day is the same except for the odd trips to the dentist, doctors, or school, the highlight of the week if I'm lucky. Between washing, ironing and wiping snortery noses I really have got it made, oh and not forgetting sleepless nights. In fact my life revolves around three kids and a man that thinks he's still single and helping around the house and the kids is no place for a man. Maybe he feels it will make him less of a man.

I've asked Ian which day is my quality time with him, I mean it's not much to ask is it. But his reply is always the same, he'll say "Oh Susan our time to together is at night in bed you know that" That's true how stupid of me. Our time in bed is so peaceful apart from the boat coming in, that's Ian's snoring of course, and it sounds like a boat coming into dry land or even worse an aeroplane taking off. Then there's the talking in his sleep or should I say shouting at the referee, I am presuming because he's shouting "It's a penalty you seen it REF you would have to be bloody blind not to" If that's my quality time he can keep it.

It's not fair he gets more fun and leisure time in a week than I get in a month. Is that the way it's meant to be, because if it is, then I prefer to be a man, they seem to have more fun. The only fun I get now days is watching a comedy on telly or laughing at something one of the kids did.

I think it's time to have a talk with Ian, I can't take any more of this, and it's getting monotonous. I am fed up, being treated like a slave. Tonight when he comes staggering in I am going to have it out with him once and for all. This being Friday he should get in about 12 o'clock drunk as usual. When we got together I thought we would become a team and I would be the most important person in his life apart from his kids of course. I guess I was wrong, but then again I suppose I am the most important person to him. Who else would be stupid enough to run after him and his kids so that he can still run about as if he was single with not a care in the world?

I'm sitting here waiting for the key to go in the door. He will think I'm in my bed, because I usually am, but I'm determined to have it out with him once and for all, so it's now or never. Ian can have his mates and his freedom to do as he pleases.

One thirty he decides to put in an appearance smelling of booze.
"Where the hell have you been Ian?"
He looks surprised to see me still up, but manages to compose himself enough to say,
"Your still up I see I thought you would be in bed. Is anything wrong with the kids?"
"The kids are fine I shout but I'm not and haven't been for sometime, not that you would notice, mind you. You're much to busy with your mates to care about what goes on in here"
"Susan what's got into you?" he asks surprised at my outburst.
"I'll tell you shall I. First I would like to say my names not Susan it's Simon and I've had it with you. Second I'm leaving you"
"You're what?" shouts Ian
"You heard the first time. I'm going to make a new life for myself and you are not included in fact I won't even miss you. Oh I'll miss the kids, but you no chance".
"You can't leave I need you, the kids need you. You know how fond they are of you."
I pick up my cases from the bedroom before walking out the door I look around me for the last time, thinking how lucky I was not to fall in with the rest of Ian's plans and have the sex change operation. I have been living fulltime as women for the past eight months and to be honest I have bloody well had it as women. The problem was Ian, he preferred me as a women because that was the way I had lived when we were together. You see I was confused about my sexuality. Not anymore Ian, at least has sorted that out. I am gay, but still a man, but I was blinded by love and would have done anything for Ian.