Geoffrey's point of view: My life of displeasing the one I love...
[Geoffrey stands, looking out of his living room window. Wearing an oversized cassock, academic hood and a surplice, English style, he watches the children playing outside.]
[Geoffrey stands, looking out of his living room window. Wearing an oversized cassock, academic hood and a surplice, English style, he watches the children playing outside.]
Jesus. That is what my life is about. Other than religion,
being a vicar and following rules there is nothing else I can think of daily. Well,
of course there is Susan, my wife. However, being a vicar makes me important. I
am there to encourage others and tell them what religion can do, which is to
make something out of them.
[Looking up at the clouds, he sighs deeply]
I am not oblivious to Susan’s pain and suffering. Although I do
know that I am one of the people causing it. Does she still love me? I wonder.
She has made a great asset to being the vicar’s wife, abiding to the rules and
giving others her opinions. I must give her credit for that.
Admitting that Susan had a drinking problem was probably a
big step for her, one that should have been handled much earlier. I know it was
her who stole the holy communal wine. Her depressive behaviour is not one that I
tend to hang around; therefore leaving the premises before she is awake tends
to be a habit of mine. I hate to see her in that mood, it breaks my heart.
[Pause]
My duties of being a vicar are to hold religious
services such as communal worship, marriages, funerals and christenings. It can
sometimes be a sad day if I have to hold a funeral, remembering those who used
their lives, no doubt if Susan carries on drinking; she may be here sooner than
later. Would I want to do the service? No I wouldn’t. Not out of spite but
because she has been there for me through everything and even though we aren’t as
close as we were when we first married, unbelievably I still love her.
[Turning away from the window, he lowers himself carefully into an armchair. smoothing out the creases in his cassock]
Being a vicar, I do get a lot of attention by females. I do
not however want to be with any of those females. I can almost be certain that,
that is why Susan is giving me the cold shoulder. She is jealous... That or the
fact that we haven’t had a sexual attraction since she started her drinking
habits. She pleads me with her eyes to give her what she wants, but I can’t,
not when she is drunk. It’s like taking advantage.
Even refusing to give her sexual pleasure, gives her a reason
to want to drink more. It revolts me. Drinking is for special occasions not for
everyday use.
I was concerned when I was told that Susan had slipped down
the altar stairs. It’s not every day that woman slips just like that. She was
taken home and I came home to see if she was okay. She was asleep... So I decided
to go back out again and continue my duties, sure that she probably wouldn't be
awake for the next few hours.
When I got home, Susan was gone. I find it rather annoying that when one of us is home the other is out. She arrived home later on that night carrying a shopping bag full of alcohol and our normal, decent tinned food. It’s only recently, she comes home this late, but I was far from mulling over the situation and so just said ‘night’ and went to bed. I fell asleep not long after she slid into bed next to me.
[Trudging upstairs, no longer waiting for anything important, he slowly undresses, getting great comfort after slipping on his nightwear and sliding beneath the quilt]
When I got home, Susan was gone. I find it rather annoying that when one of us is home the other is out. She arrived home later on that night carrying a shopping bag full of alcohol and our normal, decent tinned food. It’s only recently, she comes home this late, but I was far from mulling over the situation and so just said ‘night’ and went to bed. I fell asleep not long after she slid into bed next to me.
[Trudging upstairs, no longer waiting for anything important, he slowly undresses, getting great comfort after slipping on his nightwear and sliding beneath the quilt]
Like normal... she was keeping her distance from
me.
Gemma Lucas