So there it was

So there it was, for all to see, Amy Gerstein over by the pool kissing my father.



Now it suddenly dawned on me that she had finally succeeded into worming her way into my family. The money grabbing whore.



It had only been a few weeks since my mother and father had split, mother taking it much harder of course, and no wonder too. He’d probably had Amy in his life for a long time even when mother was still very much in his life.





I always knew there was a hint of ‘cheap’ about Amy Gerstein. Like a deep gut instinct every women gets, a basic survival technique. Pity though because we never succeed in doing something about it when the feelings hot and raring and ready to go but we carry on regardless until things get so ‘mixed up’ they become just too hard to rectify.





And here they were, mother still sat at home another teardrop dropping into her whisky glass, maybe from the same bottle I left her with but who knows quite possibly another ?.





Then the self-pity for myself kicked in like a hOt iron...a momentary sizzling and lingering pain in my gut. How dare he bring that marriage wrecking ‘cheap’ whore here or all places. He knew I attended this same swimming baths every other morning. My respect for his slowly draining by the second.





Slowly dipping my foot into the pool, thoughts running through my head as i began to swim, hoping that ‘just maybe’ I could get my laps done without the love birds spotting me.

Unfortunately I’m never that lucky, never have been really.





As I reached his side of the pool he bent over. He looked at me  unsure of what to say incase of an bitter reaction. He had a right to be worried because he got that reaction from me. I had inherited his obstinate streak!





“You’re unbelievable dad” I stared into his eyes as I pushed myself away for a new lap. Arms and legs flapping I knew it was time to swim to his side again. He was still bent over, still bent awkwardly as Amy chatted to other women behind him.



As I reached the side of the pool again, he pulled me to the edge. He knew with that connection that a father and daughter ve that we were both stubborn; you know the one theone....the look in the eye.



We stared at each other for a few seconds until he stood up and stretched his long strong arms up into the air. The ones that held me once so warmly as a young child. I watched as his arms came back down to his side, his striped swimming trunks providing an air of comedy about the whole situation. He turned round and linked Amy by the arm and walked away slowly and smiled to me with a gleam in his eye,he spoke..... “If you don’t take chances, you might as well not be alive.”