I've used my computer hacking skills AGAIN and have managed to steal ANOTHER chapter from Alice's forthcoming self-published book,
"He Left Me For A Bogan".
Warning - it's quite a long chapter. Keep scrolling if you don't want to read this bullshit!
Chapter 6 – "Sick transit gloria monday"
It’s 5.00am. On a Monday morning. OMG. Why is my head hurting SO much? Why do I feel so SICK? Why am I throwing up on the floor and shaking like a leaf?
I only had a single glass of rosé last night, while I spent the entire evening and early hours of the morning on Twitter and Instagram. I didn’t get a wink of sleep, as I NEEDED to stay on social media. I don’t take opioids, apart from a teeny weeny bit of tramadol every night to help me sleep. But there just AREN’T ENOUGH hours in the night for me to tweet, take my teeny weeny bit of tramadol, sleep, and then be expected to get up at 5.00am in order to get the babies ready for school.
There’s NO way I can get in a car and drive my babies to school today. I’m simply too ill and bed-bound right now, with this mysterious illness I have unexpectedly come down with. I will have to call Gloria.
Gloria is our amazing 9-5 nanny, apart from all the times when she arrives here at 6.30am. This is so she can take one of the babies to school, while I take the other one to their school. Gloria doesn’t do weekends or sudden calls like Ioan used to do - using her as an Uber. Although, as I am SO sick today from my mysterious and debilitating ailment, I will NEED to suddenly call Gloria to ask her to arrive here today at 6.00am, half an hour before her usual start time.
Gloria doesn’t understand Ioan’s sudden vindictiveness. She feels very let down as Ioan also abandoned her when he abandoned me and the babies. She cried for hours when Ioan left. I also don’t understand WHY Ioan can’t understand that Gloria HAS to take my side, even though Ioan pays her wages. So what if he pays her wages? That doesn’t give him ANY rights to demand things from her! He has no rights. Nobody does in relationships. Gloria is MY support, MY favorite person, and she is on MY side.
I pick up the phone.
“Gloria. I have had very little sleep and I feel HORRIBLE. I have come down with a severe and mysterious illness. I need you to do the whole school run today”, I explain.
“Buenos días Mrs Alice. Sí, I understand. I will come at 6am,” Gloria replies.
Phew! I sink back into bed and start surfing the web again. It makes me feel instantly better.
How I look while relaxing and recuperating in my bed
Even though Ioan has abandoned us for the BOGAN and left us PENNILESS, I still need Gloria in my life. Gloria is the girls’ only relative. Gloria is my rock. Gloria is my best friend. Gloria is my non-biological sister. Gloria is my confidante. Gloria is my family. Gloria is my excelcis Deo. I’ve told Gloria I’ll do any job I can find in order to pay her her full 40 hours even though she’s only working half. Her job is SAFE!
Why should nannies not have jobs because people have this weird idea that the parents are lazy? Would it be better for the world if I spent the money on expensive wine and multiple trips to Sephora? Also I hated having strangers in the house as a kid. It's so weird. I am a single Mom and yes I have a nanny who works 40 hours a week and is a beloved member of the family. Where is the prob?
When Gloria read my Daily Mail article in Spanish, she stood at the kitchen table crying. I said, “What’s wrong?”. Through tears, and switching between English and Spanish, she sobbed her little heart out. “Every single word of this is true!” she exclaimed.
“Pero así fuera!” she wailed. Seeing her cry made me cry, and we both hugged each other and cried uncontrollably together until we both simultaneously collapsed onto the floor in a sobbing pile. It was terribly sad. It was just tragic.
Gloria is going to testify against Ioan too. She is going to testify that Ioan pretended to like animals when in fact he doesn’t. OMG, what kind of a person does that? She has also agreed to testify that there was absolutely no abuse, mental or physical, from my part. And if any abuse did happen, it came from him. Because although she went home at 5.00pm every day, and cannot possibly know what went on behind closed doors, she knows I NEVER abused Ioan. Not once. Because it didn’t happen. But if any abuse did happen, then Ioan did it. Does this make sense?
Thirty minutes later, Gloria arrives. I ask her to make me a cup of coffee as I am just too ill to do it myself. That’s what friends are for! She brings the cup of coffee to my bedside, along with some pains au chocolat and a couple of Alka Seltzer. She picks up the empty rosé bottles surrounding my bed, and cleans the pile of vomit from my floor.
“Mrs Alice, get some rest now. Put the laptop away. You need to get your energy back and get rid of
la cruda,” she tells me.
I’m not sure what a “cruda” is, but I agree with Gloria. I DO need to get my energy back. I curl up in bed, nibble delicately on a pain au chocolat, and look at Twitter just one more time. Gloria hurriedly gets the girls ready for school, and they leave.
At 7.00am, Gloria unexpectedly phones me.
“Mrs Alice, Mr Ioan just called me. He heard of your Twitter
explosión last night and he asked me to take the girls to school. He was worried you would be too tired and eh… drunk to take them,” Gloria says. “I told him you already called me, and that I was doing the school run today.”
WTF?!!
How DARE Ioan speak of me like that to somebody else?! Somebody else who is the paid help, no less! And me, DRUNK? FFS! I only had a SINGLE glass of rosé! And my Twitter “explosion’? What the FUCK does that mean? I merely went on Twitter last night and into the morning to DEFEND myself against all the CRITICISM and BULLYING I have faced for calling out Ioan and the bogan. I also needed to show the world how NASTY Ioan and the bogan are. I have done NOTHING wrong. I deleted about 90% of what I wrote anyway, so it doesn’t count.
I look at the clock. It’s now 9.00am. I’ll look at Twitter just a bit more. Then I’ll go to sleep. As I’m so ill, I’ll tell Gloria to pick the girls up from school on the afternoon. Gloria can then stay to help me with the housework and the cooking, as I am just TOO ILL to do it all by myself. Life is SO hard when you’re a single mother like I am.
It makes me laugh the haters - they want me to get a job, they want Gloria to be fired. They tell me it’s just two trips a day and some washing. What about homework, after school plays and sports and birthday parties and covid tests and illnesses and worrying about them and all that. I was led to believe that Ioan and Gloria would take care of this, while I luxuriated in my bed, took seductive selfies, browsed eBay, and argued with strangers on Twitter.
I had given birth. That’s the hard part. My job was done.
It’s not fair for all of this to now be dumped on me.