PIcture this please.
Father and daughter are sitting in the garden on a lovely sunny day. Daughter is pregnant with her first child and starts to discuss the recent departure of her mother for sunnier parts, never to return ( or so it was thought).
Daughter asks Father, “Dad, when did you know you had made a mistake marrying mum?”
Father pauses and then replies , “Well, about a fortnight after we married I think.”
Daughter is stunned and says, ” A fortnight? What happened? Why so soon?”
And so he continues, ” Well, she made my dinner one night and asked, as we finished, what I thought of it. So I said it was fine, but perhaps the potatoes could have done with being cooked a bit more.”
“And?” the daughter asks.
“And she didn’t speak to me for a fortnight. I remember thinking “God, I think I’ve fucked up here.”
Daughter continues, ” But Dad, if it was so bad so soon, why did you go on to have kids and inflict your unhappy relationship on us?”
“Oh, you know, nature takes over, things just happen,” he replied with resignation.
“Didn’t you ever think to divorce before we came along?” pressed the daughter.
Shocked, her Father replied, “Oh no! That wasn’t done! You couldn’t do that, no!” He seemed to shudder at the thought.
The daughter shuddered at the memories. I still do.