It was morning but already it was 90 degrees outside. Mike and husband, and I were getting sweaty loading up the car. The trunk was already full, and ...he back seat wouldn't fit much more. Mike went back in the house to get the last of his things. I heard him come out of the house. I turned around and saw him carrying his 42-inch flat screen TV."Where are you going to put the TV?" I heard his father ask."I don't know, but I don't want to leave it. Maybe we can move some stuff around in the back. "You made pancakes?" she said. "I didn't even know you knew how." Mom made them," I said. "I'm just cooking them. She went back to bed." Oh." Monica frowned for a second as she caught some of the subtext. "Well thank you anyway."She grabbed a plate and helped herself to a couple already done pancakes as well as the syrup out of the fridge before sitting down at the table."It might not actually be such a bad idea for us to do more cooking you know?" she said as she poured some syrup on her. " Very good, miss. Fried or scrambled eggs?" Scrambled, please. Nothing like variety."They were away by half past nine and were all three back by half past twelve. They all had a drink and light lunch together and then the girls went upstairs to unpack and sort their rooms out. Bill went and did some gardening.At about three Wendy came out to him. "I'm the dinner lady tonight," she said, "so I'm going to pop down to the supermarket to get some things."Bill gave her thirty pounds and she danced. It's not normal. I knew our marriage was headed for serious trouble, but little did I know just how serious.The next night he refused, just outright refused, to tie me up. He could see by the look on my face that my feelings were hurt, badly hurt. How is a woman supposed to deal with this kind of disappointment? It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to even comprehend the blatant insensitivity of a man who wouldn't even tie up his own wife.He'd promised me just last month that we'd try.