‘Thank you, Mom!’ Olivia leans over and plants a kiss on Gabby’s cheek. They both know they will be walking out of the store with a bag filled with make-up. Olivia is delighted she will get her way; Gabby is happy not to have a fight on her hands and can go back to thinking about Matt.
The more she thinks, the more humiliated she becomes. She wishes she hadn’t sent the blossom, wishes she wasn’t sitting here feeling stupid for having done so, wishes she hadn’t responded to anything, and certainly not with the overt flirtation she now deeply regrets.
‘I’m going to bed.’ Gabby leans over to kiss Elliott, then the girls, all transfixed by
The Voice
.
‘Stay!’ Elliott says. ‘You always watch this with us.’
She stands up. ‘Not tonight. I’m tired. I’m going up to read.’
Her book manages to take her mind off the lack of response, although she allows herself another read of his emails before she switches off the light. Perhaps it is her turn to write back, she thinks suddenly, making sense of his silence throughout the afternoon. Perhaps that’s what he’s waiting for?
But no. She can’t. Stop this, she tells herself. You are a grown-up getting yourself worked into a state over a man you don’t care about. If you’re getting attached to some outcome here, it’s you that’s doing it, not him. This is ridiculous, and I’m not going to respond any more.
Feeling much better, she switches off the light, curls up and goes to sleep.
At 2.34 a.m., Gabby wakes up. Next to her, Elliott lies on his back, snoring loudly.
‘Ssssh,’ she says loudly, close to his ear. He doesn’t move. ‘Elliott, you’re snoring,’ she says, pushing him so that he rolls over gently, still fast asleep.
Gabby slides her iPhone off the nightstand and scrolls through her emails. Junk, mostly. And one from Matt.
Her heart pounds as she creeps out of bed and into the bathroom, refusing to read the email until she is alone and safe; it is a treat she wants to savour.
Ms Sloth – I love the picture of you curling up on the sofa in the fall. And your description of spring makes me long to be there – I’m going to have to start marking off the days. I went surfing today, which is the greatest advantage of living here. I’m attaching a picture taken with a group of my surf friends. Surfing, to me, is the greatest feeling in the world. You can probably tell by my smile that the waves were awesome today. So however much I miss the changing seasons, take me away from the water for any length of time and I suspect I’d die.
An ex-girlfriend of mine was just like you. She loved winter, and warmth, and just didn’t understand surfing. No surprise why that relationship didn’t work out – although had she had sparkling green eyes, things might have ended differently … who knows :)
I must stop flirting with you! I’m sorry, I know it’s inappropriate. You just make me smile.
M x
Matt, or as I now think of you, Surf Dude – um … your friends look great but … wow. It was hard to focus on them when … I mean … good LORD! Well, thank you for sending me a half-naked picture of you with a surfboard and a tan – I’ll say this for you: you definitely know how to brighten up the day of a middle-aged housewife. I’m tempted to print it out and put it on the fridge – you’d be next to the calendar of the local firefighters, and you’d definitely give them a run for their money – but then I might have some explaining to do …
I have no idea why I’m awake in the middle of the night. It seems to be the curse of middle age (I know, I know, I’ll shut up about it in a minute), but no one I know sleeps any more. Oh, all the men do – they’re sleeping like babies, but all us women are up at 2.46 writing emails and reading the
Huffington Post.I should really get up – there’s so much I could get done, but bed is so warm and cosy that I’m quite happy lying there, just letting my mind play havoc and losing myself in fantasies …
Oh no. I think I’m giving away all my innermost secrets. I’m supposed to let you think I’m super-fit and healthy, and interested in all sports, especially surfing, and instead I’m revealing that I’m happiest curled up either on the sofa or in my bed. It’s pathetic. I don’t know what’s happened to me. I used to be filled with energy. When I was even younger than you (I know how patronizing that sounds and I’m sorry, but bear with me) I wasn’t surfing, but I was skiing, and ice-skating, and in summer I’d go hiking all the time. I got completely addicted to spinning, for about five minutes, but it was a pretty intense and happy five minutes.
The last couple of years have been … harder. It used to be that my husband was paid a decent salary and was able to be home tons, but now his salary has been cut, and, in order to make anything like he used to, he has to work every hour that God sends.
Gabby presses delete and erases that last paragraph in its entirety.
I keep thinking that one day I’ll wake up and feel alive again, instead of sleepwalking through my life, but I’m still waiting … Maybe I should take up surfing?
Sorry to be on a downer. Clearly I need more sleep … Am off to try to trick my brain into thinking it’s tired.
Big hug,
Ms Sloth xo
P. S. I didn’t even realize you were flirting! Keep calm and carry on …
Oh Ms Sloth – you sent me a package of spring! Thank you for the blossom that arrived today. Now I can’t wait until I’m back on the east coast.
I wish I was there now and could give you a big hug and make you feel better. The only thing I know for certain is that everything passes. The good times, the bad times … not that these are bad times, but if you’re feeling down it will pass.
Did I ever tell you, by the way, how much I love your accent? I’ve always wanted to go to London but the timing’s never been right. I think you said that’s where you’re from. Do you miss it?
If I plan a trip, you’ll have to tell me all the places to see and things to do. One of the things I hate is seeing anywhere as a tourist – I always try to go with contacts ready so I can see the real city, rather than the tourist version.
I want to know what the locals do, where they eat, what bars they go to. Even writing this now is getting me excited – I’m thinking London needs to be next on my list.
And now I have to be serious with you. Listen very carefully. YOU ARE NOT A MIDDLE-AGED HOUSEWIFE. God, woman. Will you listen to yourself? You’re gorgeous! I don’t want to hear those words from you ever again. Seriously. You’re doing yourself a massive disservice every time you think those words, and I can tell you think them all the time, which is nuts.
So, I am sending you a sandy hug from Malibu – I hope the blues go flying out through the window …
SD x
SD – the blues did indeed fly out through the window and I have started sleeping extremely well. You obviously have the magic touch. And I have to say I’ve been feeling better the last few days than I have done in years. I’m also mortified about revealing quite so much to a relative stranger on email. I’m truly sorry, and I promise to keep things light from here on.
You asked if I miss London. I never miss it when I’m here. My life is here, my friends, my family, although, obviously, my parents are still in London, but I have always felt as at home here as I felt over there. Often more so. But I have to be honest: whenever we visit, and as soon as I touch down at Heathrow, I start to feel desperately homesick. That’s when I realize I’ve missed the cabbies that start chatting to you about
politics the moment you get in the cab; I’ve missed the café culture – sitting around for hours drinking cappuccinos and putting the world to rights. I’ve missed Europe – hopping over to France or Italy for the weekend, mixing with other cosmopolitan people who have travelled, seen the world, are interested in everything around them.But there are pros and cons to everything. It’s shockingly expensive, and I suspect I couldn’t raise my kids there even if I wanted to. The British love children as long as they’re basically seen and not heard, and I can’t imagine my very American children going down too well – they’re much too loud and opinionated.
Actually, that’s not strictly true. Olivia, the elder, has always been loud and opinionated, and as stubborn as an elephant. Alanna was always my baby, and so easy, but she’s at that awkward age when the social pressures of school are starting to get to her, and she’s becoming more and more moody by the day.
Despite all that, and particularly despite missing the days when they were tiny – how easy it was and how lovely they were – I wouldn’t change a thing.
One of the things I have always adored about this country is how easy it is to live here, especially with children. You can park everywhere, take them anywhere. So many places to go, things to do. We live an hour outside of New York City in a town that has fantastic beaches and a municipal country club! What’s not to love?
I guess, if I had to pick one thing I miss, it’s the sophistication of Europe. I miss the culture. It’s so easy to get lazy living
in a small suburban town, and I worry I’ve become very lazy. Why go anywhere else when you have everything you need on your doorstep, and that doorstep is so pretty?So … changing tack entirely. You mentioned an ex-girlfriend. I imagine you’re extremely busy playing the field – a different girl in every port, and probably more than one, you charmer, you!
Miss Sloth xo
My dearest Ms Sloth – apologies for not replying sooner, but work was just crazy for a while.
Anyway, to pick up the thread, how very wrong you are about a different girl in every port. I will admit that I’m not exactly a hermit, and yes, I certainly do manage to go out and party quite a bit, and yes, I’ll also admit that I like women. A lot. But as much as I like having fun, there’s a part of me that would love to settle down.
In many ways, dating was much easier before we set up the company and it grew into the business it is now. When I was just ‘Matt’, I never had to question people’s motives in wanting to befriend me, or flirt with me. The hardest thing about having any kind of public profile is that suddenly everyone knows who you are. You find yourself surrounded by people, and yes, by people I mean women, and they’re fun, and gorgeous, and all over you, but there’s this part of your brain that’s always asking: are they with me for ‘me’, or because of who I am, because they think I have power, or money, or whatever?
During the last year there were times when I started to think very seriously about settling down. I come from a big family – I have four brothers and sisters, and I’m the only one not married. My mom keeps hinting that she’d love grandchildren, and I have to say that when I’m around friends with kids, I start wondering if I might be getting closer …
What are your girls like? How old are they? I bet you’re an amazing mother. I see you as being really fun, but probably quite strict. I have a great friend here, Eleanor, who’s English, and she’s really stern with her kids, but they all adore her. They also all have the greatest manners of any kids I know. They actually shake hands and look you in the eye, and always say please and thank you. I’ve asked Eleanor if she might consider having my kids, because when I have them I want them to be exactly like hers, but she said her husband wouldn’t be too happy.
You apologized for revealing so much to a relative stranger. The weird thing is, you don’t feel like a stranger. I know we hardly know each other, but you feel like a really close friend. In fact, I don’t think I’ve revealed this much of myself to anyone before. I have no idea why that is – you’re just really easy to ‘talk’ to. When I read your emails I can picture you talking, and it makes me happy. I like having a new best friend on email. I like even more that I get to see you in just a few days …
SD x
SD – isn’t it amazing how quickly the time is flying by? But, rest assured, I have no ulterior motive. Well, I may insist the Martinis are on you, but that’s as far as it goes. Luckily for all of us, I’m married, so you’re safe from my evil advances and plans to kill you off and steal all your money.
I do understand how hard it must be. A boy I knew from schooldays has become a world-famous actor. I haven’t seen him for years, but we have a really good mutual friend, and apparently he only fraternizes with people he’s known for ever, or with other famous people who understand what it’s like. And he also says he resents how distrustful he’s become, but he’s been burned too many times. Years ago some young tart he had a thing with sold her story to the Sunday papers, and he just retreated after that.
I like what you said about children. It seems I misjudged you, my Surf Dude friend, and thank you for saying such nice things about what you think I must be like as a mother. My children would disagree entirely! In truth, I do adore being a mother, but it isn’t, as it seems to be for so many of the women around here, the be-all and end-all. I love my children, but I don’t need, nor do I want, to be involved in every aspect of their lives. There’s a woman in town, Trish, who has a hugely successful business and yet she manages to be at the school pretty much every day. I have no idea what she’s doing there, but she volunteers for everything, and if there’s nothing on offer she’ll just show up with a tray of cupcakes and a large smile.
It makes me furious! Bitch that I am! I am firmly of the belief that what your children do at school is in the hands of
the school. There are so many women here who are defined solely by their children; they’re women who don’t even exist in their own right any more because they see themselves only as X’s mom. I’ve always done stuff outside of motherhood, even though I haven’t had a ‘job’ for years. Amongst other things, I restore furniture, and paint, and can make pretty much anything if you give me a workbench and a jigsaw.Oh, the things you’re learning about me! Nothing quite as sexy as a woman with a hammer. Kidding! But I am reaching the point where I’ve actually started to want to do something. For years I’ve talked about not being defined by my kids, by motherhood, but now I’m feeling that I need a job. And it’s more than want … it is NEED. The truth is, I always thought I was going to have another child. I just never felt done, and even though the window of opportunity was narrowing, I kept thinking it would happen. But what’s become very clear over the last six months is that there will be no more babies in my future, and that dream has left me with an emptiness inside that needs to be filled somehow.
I need something to fill my mind, something to keep me busy. I’ve thought about turning my hobby into a bigger project, a business – I have sold restored pieces to friends over the years, and Claire, who’s my closest friend, has always said I should open some kind of a store. We have a barn on our property and I turned half of it into a workshop, so that’s where I work, and she thinks I should open it as a store. I love the idea, but get a little overwhelmed when I think of all I’d have to do.
But I do know I need to fill the void.
Counting the days until I see you!
Ms Sloth xo
Ms Sloth – it isn’t lucky you’re married. I’d say it’s hugely unlucky. For me. ;)
Also, I beg to differ about a woman with a hammer …
And finally, I know you have no ulterior motive. That’s why I like you. I’m leaving now for the airport. I wish I didn’t have so many meetings before I see you, but I’ll email when I land!
M x