Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 15 )
In Isabelle’s mind Harley Street was the goal we should be aiming for, but I had other ideas, I wanted to treat real people, not elderly ladies with imagined illnesses. If that suited Roly, that was fine by me, but I had studied to be a Doctor and that was what I intended to be.
My unwillingness to bend and Isabelle’s own insistence that she was not inclined toward a family caused constant stress in our marriage. She was not willing to compromise and neither was I, and then, there was Roly. He had taken to calling at odd times, often when Isabelle was alone.
Then I would get it rammed down my throat, about, ‘ Roly’s done this, Roly treated Lady So and So, Isn’t Roly the toast of Harley Street !’ Roly was my friend, but in my opinion, he had sold out, his patients for the most part were elderly widows who just sought company and re-assurance, hardly cutting edge medicine.
But of course, whenever it was mentioned Roly was a wonderful success, and I was an also ran. She shoved it down my throat once too often, I turned on her angrily and said, ‘You obviously chose the wrong Doctor! didn’t Roly want you?’
She turned to me and smiled sweetly and said, ‘Oh yes! Roly wanted me, but I wanted you, how wrong was I, to choose a martyr for the poor and needy!’ In a moment of anger, I slapped her across the face, something I will regret to my dying day, in my defence I was sorely provoked, but this is still no excuse for abusing a woman, I was taught better, although my Mother would no doubt say that she deserved it.
(C) Damian Grange 2017