The tale of carolyn larch

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This was a lady who wasn’t going to waste any more time in getting her life sorted out!

BY LIN SILVER

ILLUSTRATIONS: SHUTTERSTOCK

MARRIED IN MARCH

Carolyn’s family were thrilled when she announced she was getting married on the first of March to her boyfriend Peter Edwards.

“Wonderful news!” her mum said.

“Couldn’t you have chosen a warmer time of year?” her sister asked. “I’ll freeze in a bridesmaid’s dress!”

The Big Day arrived fast. Time since Pete’s proposal and Carolyn’s acceptance had flown. She stood beside him and smiled at the man she loved.

It was a perfect occasion. Even the weather had been good. Outside, they were showered with confetti and posed for pictures. They were the happiest couple in the world, weren’t they?

ANXIOUS IN APRIL

They’d just returned from their honeymoon in Florida when Carolyn started fretting about the amount of money Pete had spent there. She’d never had him down as the kind of guy who spent a fortune in clubs and casinos, so it had come as a bit of a shock.

However, it was back to reality now and the start of their new life together.

“Darling, the guys at work have asked me to go out with them on Friday night. You don’t mind, do you?” Pete asked her a week later.

“Of course not,” Carolyn said with a smile.

And she wouldn’t have minded, if it hadn’t become a regular thing – Pete going out with his work chums, drinking and spending.

“I need to keep in with them,” he explained to Carolyn, when she asked why he kept going. “There’s a promotion in the offing and hopefully they’ll back me as the best guy for it!”

Fair enough, then.

MALFUNCTIONING IN MAY

It should have been fun when they went to the village green fair. The weather was warm and the blossom was beautiful. Carolyn took Pete’s arm and they wandered around together.

But suddenly someone else butted in.

“Hello Petey!” cooed a blonde woman in a short dress and high heels – not exactly right for the occasion. “Fancy seeing you here!”

“Oh, er, my wife loves this sort of thing,” “Petey” mumbled, suddenly looking flustered.

“Your wife?” The woman looked a bit shocked, but quickly put on an act.

“Oh, pleased to meet you. I’m Shona – I work in the bar where Petey and his mates drink.”

“Sorry, we need to move on,” Pete said, keen to go. “See you,” he added as he hastily steered Carolyn awa

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