Poignant memories combined with sincerest birthday greetings Jeannette!

Happy birthday to Jeannette.

 

By Stanley Collymore

 

Those distant days we made our own have literally flown by

and the several years which inevitably they’ve given rise

to have harmoniously coalesced into an enterprisingly

beautiful and kaleidoscopic reservoir of supremely

rich, fondly enlivening and unquestionably note

worthily charming and enduring memories of

you and me. Memories that on reliving them in my mind

their energizing experiences instantaneously and rather

vividly roll back the several years passed to those

halcyon days first initiated in the quite blissfully

conducive, romantically mesmerizing and, oh

so truthfully, spine-tingling surroundings, of

Rebecca’s Discotheque in our hometown

Reading, Berkshire where we first met,

where courtship and romance were

instinctively triggered and shortly

there afterwards companionably

blossomed into a specifically,

truly vivacious, passionate

and a really reciprocally

loving, relationship.

 

But Fate, alas, and the private circumstances at the time that

we were both in: you a married lady, though unhappily

so, and with a young family affectionately in tow;

myself having just a couple of years previously

got divorced and still in the process of shaking off that

erstwhile calamity �" jointly conspired and, moreover,

regrettably succeeded, adequately assisted by the

evidently challenging situation which we were

unquestionably in, in scuppering the further

progression of the propitiously amorous

but yet, by any unbiased prospect or

optimistic deduction, the truthfully

emergent relationship that had

rather delightfully and quite

encouragingly developed

between the two of us.

 

Evidently, it wasn’t what either of us honestly wanted but,

all the same, we had to face facts and the glaring reality

of knowing precisely what the devastating impact of

your split from their father would have on your two

delightful children who I’d met, and so for the

overall good of them and despite us being

very much in love with each other we were none the less

starkly aware of both the moral and practical dilemma

we were jointly in. And with neither of us the least

enthusiastically in favour of either indefinitely

or surreptitiously carrying on with an illicit

love affair we painfully but conclusively

honourably and determinedly decided

to bring our personal relationship

to a fitting and dignified end. Soon afterwards

and thankfully as an essential assuagement

from the searing pain which we both felt

within, after our brave but pragmatic

decision, I decided in consultation

with you to procure the offered

opportunity proffered to me

and migrate from England

to Germany and the rest,

as they say, is history.

 

Eventually, however, the conscientious termination of our

amorous relationship coupled with the now locational

separation that we’d unselfishly, consciously and

selflessly placed between us, enforcedly, and

principally it’s true to say from you and

painstakingly so for the sake of your

children, had a determinedly corrective effect on the

state of your marriage in a number of ways. While

for my part, providentially ensconced, as I was,

in my fresh and romantically unblemished

environment and with the final remnants

of my marriage baggage thoroughly

and permanently dispensed with,

I too was ready for a new start.

 

A situation which was further strengthened by the excellent

and comforting news that the interminable and seemingly

intractable problems that you were relentlessly having

and were themselves grimly compelling you in the

given circumstances to genuinely want to leave

your husband, were it not most distressingly

for the menaced instability that was likely

possible as a result of you doing so, to

be caused to your adorable children.

Problems that were occasioned in full previous to your

first meeting me, continued thereafter, other than for

those short-lived occasions of respite favourably

granted to us and them when we were together

alone and whose heedless indifference to all

of them your insensitive husband, bearing

in mind that it was him who was directly

responsible for initiating and sustaining

them, were eventually with your final

ultimatum to him and itself coupled

with his belated recognition that

his ongoing and conspicuously

unsatisfactory conduct seriously advanced the

genuine prospect of him losing his children,

abruptly focused his mind on the serious

situation that he was obviously in and

consequently, what was undeniably

 required of him if plausibly he

expected to remain a part of

your assimilated family.

 

Ultimatums, I know, can be and generally are very unpleasant

and even disturbing experiences for those persons forced to

be on the receiving end of them, but employed sparingly,

objectively, wisely and with largely altruistic pursuits

in mind by the user of them can suitably and most

beneficially, as you well understood Jeannette,

be a great fillip and a tremendous force for

good, as sensibly they justifiably ought to be. And your

perceptive knowledge of the latter, my Dear, in that

specific regard was then and still is outstandingly

exemplary. Meanwhile, your well looked after

children have in a glowing compliment to

you, admirably grown up, are all gone

having left home to chase their own

individual ambitions in life; and

you the formerly despairingly

fraught mother with a deep

and quite understandable

anguish for them, and

discernibly yourself,

have providentially

been wonderfully

converted into

an optimistic,

outstanding

and now a

precious

spouse.

 

Someone no longer enforcedly stuck in the past while

rightly dreading the outcome of the future, but have

instead become an amazingly transformed woman

in every imaginably confident way, who with

unbounded optimism and renewed vigour

now indisputably look forward to each

fresh day which opportunely dawns.

And with that optimistically in mind and specifically

for your exclusive and singular day, Friday the 22^nd

September 2017, I would proudly like to say all

the very best to you my Dear and, naturally,

wish you a greatly resplendent, exultant,

undoubtedly a tremendously happy

and, of course, a most treasured

together with an amazingly

unforgettable day, and

landmark birthday.

 

© Stanley V. Collymore

18 September 2017.

 

 

Author’s Remarks:

Marriage is an estate that not everyone who enters it is suited for or does so with the best of intentions in mind, and not infrequently those intentions that are therefore either concertedly and premeditatedly or even enthusiastically and gratuitously engaged in can quite purposely in nature be surreptitiously malevolent and wilfully inimical to the overall beneficial interests and general welfare of the unsuspecting person who unwittingly and unwarrantedly ends up as the consciously chosen victim of the concertedly evil machinations that specific individual who fraudulently and quite disastrously but, all the same, most influentially for their perverse, selfish and utterly demented reasons talked their way into their target’s life.

 

And while there’s absolutely no sure-fire way or method to totally eradicate such pernicious incursions into one’s personal life, strict vigilance maintained throughout the initial stages at least of one venturing into an intimate relationship with another person can and does help. As does effectively employing the quite sensible mantra of not taking everything that you’re told for granted or at face value because you’re simply either hopelessly in love, or are even worst still manipulatively, as it happens, controlled into thinking that this ostensibly advantageously permitted entrant into your personal life is unquestionably everything you could possibly and most beneficially hope for. Don’t willingly fall for any of that and always let caution be your personal byword.

 

And in the interim good luck and continued happiness in your choice of partner should you after serious thought responsibly decide to embark on your personal marital adventure.