Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 36 )
When I returned from my work at the Infirmary, Mary had gone, she had taken all her things and left no address where she might be found. I half expected this, since her abortion things have been a little strained between us.
I had hoped that it was just my imagination, but I fear the void between us was getting wider by the day. I have been fooled and taken in by yet another woman, will I never learn. Am I always destined to be the fool, whilst lesser men find love.
I sincerely hope she has considered this move, she has left a good and loving home, for what, a place in the gutter alongside her friends, where she can be had for two pence worth of Gin.
But if that’s the life she prefers then God forgive her, for I’ll be damned if I will, if she prefers the dregs of the gutter, then good luck to her, for she will surely need it.
I cannot pretend that I am not upset by her decision, but it was her decision to make, she should have tried to explain, maybe we could have talked it through, but she obviously had so little faith in me. It may be best that it has ended, maybe it was pre-ordained.
But this time I won’t hit the bottle, I refuse to punish myself. I know the cause of this problem, this cancer that has lured my Mary away. Her so called friends, the poxy whores, I know them all and they are marked for death, unless the Grim Reaper beats me to them.
(C) Damian Grange 2018