Jill

Washing up the breakfast crockery that had been left from the morning I was lost in my own thoughts, reliving the situation from earlier in the day.
How dare he undermine me? Going behind my back, applying for a job I had clearly told him the other day I didn't want, yet he had still gone to Adam, found out the details from him and applied.
Why did Adam let him apply, when I had made it clear to him as soon as he had mentioned it to me I wasn't interested?
I could hit them both, Gordon especially.
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the front door click shut. Gordon had arrived home.
I dried my hands and picked up my wine glass that I had left on the kitchen table before walking in to the lounge, passing Gordon in the hall as he took his coat off.
He said hello to me but I was in no mood to respond. I was still angry. Very angry that he had gone behind my back to suit his needs. Needs of a child, needs of a housewife warming his slippers, just like Caroline no doubt. I wasn't going to give everything I had worked hard for up to suit him.
He followed me in to the lounge, and I sat down, choosing to ignore him, instead taking delicate sips from my glass.
"Where are the children?" he asked me.
"At a sleepover." I mumbled, taking another sip from my glass; trying to avoid eye contact as well as conversation with him.
"Do you fancy going out for dinner? A peace offering." His voice attempting to appease me, however I shrugged my shoulders and ignored his comment. Dinner wasn't going to solve anything; I was far too cross at what he had done.
He pleaded again asking if he could take me out.
"No!" I finally snapped after he couldn't take no for an answer. "If you think taking me out for a meal will make up for the fact you went behind my back then you are mistaken Gordon."
"Jill I'm sorry about earlier, but I thought maybe after some thought you would come round to the idea..."
Come round to the idea? He hadn't bothered to tell me so how could I come round to the idea; although that said, now I knew I wasn't going to give in.
Placing my glass down on the coffee table and standing up I replied, "Of moving hospitals, leaving the hospital I have had many happy years in so I could be at home more just to warm your slippers." I retorted.
"Well not entirely, I mean if we had another child the hours would suit you better..."
If we had another child? We hadn't discussed this. This is what he wanted. He was doing this all to suit him.
"This is what you want Gordon. You haven't even asked me what I want." I lambasted him, brushing past him on my way out of the lounge. "I'm going to sleep in the spare room tonight."
And with that I made my way to my bedroom to collect some nightwear, and a few bits and pieces to take to the spare room with me and that's where I slept that night, and for the next couple of nights...