He was still dodging the rain and thinking about Brightlington.
His mood was gloomy. Was the age factor playing a big part in this? Was it all completely inevitable? He stood thinking about the decades between then and now. He found himself considering the changes in their lives. Their two children, now grown up and living quite separate lives. Lives that were completely different to their own, of course. Over all those years, should he have done something different? They had both changed over the years. After all, he was a few years older than her, this was having a greater toll on him than her. Was he responsible for it all coming to this, or was it her? Should she be more tolerant and understanding? Or were they both equally responsible? How much of all this fell to him? He wasn’t sure.
He shuddered with the cold.
He knew that their love for each other had lasted. He had always loved her, and she had always loved him; but what had brought about the changes that had taken place between their love for each other?
His reflections paused for a moment to wonder how she was going with the groceries. Taking a deep breath, he looked around at the greyness of his world.
Of course, there had been those years of heavy drinking and his growing compulsion to gamble, but that was all behind him now. What part these had played in the whole scheme of things, he didn’t know. That was all well and truly in the past.
Was it all inevitable?
He shrugged.
When all was said and done, he still had Brightlington!