The Couple in the Cabin

by Daniel Hurst

There wasn’t much to thank the recent pandemic for, but as my husband puts it, “it’s changed the world forever, and one of those ways is that people can now hold meetings in their pyjamas.”

Then I remember it. The famous old saying. It’s one that’s as old as time, but it’s also one that my late father used to use a lot whenever my mum would tell him off for doing something he shouldn’t have done, which was usually him coming in late from the pub or not helping out around the house when he had promised he would. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

It’s a saying to show that there is no anger as strong as that of a woman who has been romantically betrayed.

I’ve thrown away the love of a great woman for the love of a woman who always would have got bored of me in the end.

And my wife’s face lit up as she stands over the growing bonfire and smiles.

despite the brave face we put on every day, we all need somebody, but we can’t always find them.

They’ve broken my heart as well as my ability to trust another human being. That’s not legally a crime, but it should be. If there can be sentences given out for murder or armed robbery, then there should be a term of punishment assigned to relationship betrayals because those can be just as devastating as any act of physical violence that results in bloodshed.

That’s because this isn’t the first time I’ve locked two people away. It’s certainly not the first time I’ve locked two cheats away.

It was the time I lost my innocence. It was the time I became forever guilty.

But I don’t notice them doing that. I only notice them when the blue flashing lights come on.

Anybody can do something once. But twice is a pattern. Anymore and it will become a habit.