It all started well enough for both of them… She, young, talented and ambitious. He twice her age, well traveled and most importantly for her, with deep pockets. From the beginning all seemed perfect. A petit manse in the garden by a lake, a FAB apartment on the other coast and lots of free time for her to pursue her passions and dreams… He traveled much for business and mostly lived away on the other coast but established her creative business for her, down to buying her a business complex to work out of. Her addiction for fine 16th Century antiques could be fed without discretion. No price tags needed to be checked, after all the golden coffers were always full.
And so life went on for many years, most of her youth in fact passed without much of a worry, that is until she started to gain a few pounds here & there, until the youth that had so attracted him started to loose its rosy color. She noticed that more and more he did not send the monthly deposit on time for her expenses, I mean how was she expected to live on her own salary from her business? That was exclusively for her to buy more antiques! The visits back to the Garden became less frequent and the excuses longer and more intricate. But more alarming became the unusual changes in her health. Odd symptoms that she could not account for.
After a quick visit to the Doctor, it was revealed she was suffering from the unwanted & much stigmatized crotch rot! How could this be? Considering she was all but a nun except for her much absent & much valued partner, she knew no other lovers. The truth did not take much imagination to conjure but what to do was much harder. She decided that the constant flow of cash & luxury was more important than finding out the particulars & facing the dilemma of dealing with the truth…and so she carried on bravely like a soldier, spending freely & taking her medication on time. She cleverly of course, found the way to hint enough during his bi-monthly visits to ensure that he knew that she was aware of his indiscretions and therefore an additional stipend needed be added to the monthly checks.
I would like to tell you that at some point she decided that there was not enough penicillin to keep going but she was ready for years of enduring as a trade off and was not at all prepared for the shock of his reaction to the hint. The effect was immediate. The checks ceased to materialize in the old bank account, phone calls were not returned and pleas for forgiveness for her rudeness to have brought up the entire affair & complain about her health only made things worse. Dahhling the electricity was on the verge of being cut when she decided something had to be done she needed to find another way to retain the lifestyle she had become accustomed to… She held a by invitation only fire sale of anything that was not bolted to the floors to raise some funds and promptly hired herself an attorney that would be willing to take the gigantic task of suing her ex. The argument being that for all the years she had given him of her youth spending his money freely, were worth something! And that something was for him to sell the petit manse by the lake, give her the profits and throw in the business complex for the insult of having to rid herself of the unwanted rot!
What the P.I uncovered involved every type of imaginable dilly dallying one dare imagine with cyber ad postings to shame even the most creative & successful marketing genius. She threaten to shame him publicly in business and otherwise with all her findings if he did not give her the golden egg she desperately needed….but to him the real act of shame was for her to have lived a lifetime using his money to live a life of luxury without ever doing anything to earn it…let alone to keep it.
And so she lingered, practically squatting in the formerly much photographed interiors of the petit manse by the lake, selling jewelry and artifacts, previously too precious to touch, let alone trade for the basic necessities like botox and restylane.
I wish I could tell you that it all turned out in someone’s favor, but in these types of cases no one ever wins except perhaps the doctor, the pharmacist and the lawyer! No?
The Duchess of State