She was trapped in a loveless marriage. You know the sort. A proper dogsbody, no love, no affection, no respect, no sex worth speaking of apart from the two minutes hump in the hay once a month on a Sunday morning, regular as clockwork that just sucked all the joy out of life. The last straw came when a couple of hours later he dumped some veg on the kitchen work top and a load of meat into her arms and said ' oh by the way, my mum and dad are coming for lunch, with my sisters , husbands and kids! See you then. I'm off to the pub!'
First, she saw pink, then fuschia, crimson, scarlet...then a deep, deep blood red!
She slapped his chops ( onto the table) , whipped off her pinny, and headed through the front door singing
' there's only one way of life and that's my own, that's my own, that's my own! THATS MY OWN!!! '