Marie can empathise. Her former husband was the same; approaching his chores with apathy, constantly cutting corners, letting standards drop, not completing his rota and always playing catch-up. “I put him in a pinny and frock which did help him focus… but after a couple of months, he just upped sticks and left us.” she said. “He’s currently in Dunstable on the CWP which means he doesn’t even pay maintenance, let alone get in touch with the kids.”
“Some men just don’t have what it takes.” Francine said. “I suppose I’m lucky with Frank… he’s not ideal but he’s the best I’ve got.” she smiled.
A brief silence ensued. They drained their wine glasses. “Would you like a refill?” Marie offered.
“Oh yes please.”
“Charlie.” Marie said. The boy stepped forward and topped up their glasses.
“I’d forgotten he was stood there!” Francine chuckled.
