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Kim began to panic. Ron had to work his notice out, and she knew that the bulk of the work would fall upon her. Getting the house ship shape and clean and tidy for people to view it. Given the messy person that Ron was, she knew that this would be almost impossible. It would be up to her to deal with the estate agent and show people round. Suddenly she felt unequal to the task and secretly she cried. Everything had always fallen upon her in this marriage and she felt as if she was a work horse, just there for Ron’s benefit. She could hardly believe he would do this to her. But so often he had not cared about her feelings. Everything always had to be done his way. Often she had had no say in anything. This time though, she was scared as well as everything else. She thought of her life over the past eight years and the last thing that she wanted to do was to lose it. She attempted to persuade Ron to put themselves into the hands of Social Services and the local Council. They were their responsibility now, not the authorities back in the old place. But Ron was having none of it. He was not going to move to some pokey flat in a horrible area. Kim pointed out that there were nice bungalows that could be had, but as Ron said, they were few a far between and they would not stand a chance of getting one. Kim knew that it was no good. Ron had made his mind up and that was that.
There was no time for crying after that first time. Kim had to get a move on. Overwhelmed, she talked about what had befallen her on an internet forum that she went to. Some of the people on the forum had become good friends. Donna was one, and realising Kim’s plight, she offered to visit Kim and help her to get the house ready to sell. Kim could hardly believe that Donna would do this. Donna lived about fifty miles away, but she was determined to help Kim if she could. And so, one morning, there was Donna, at the door. Kim could hardly believe that she was meeting Donna in the flesh. She was just as she had expected her to be. Tall, not fat but not thin, long dark hair, very business like but very kind. She took control immediately, cleaning all the windows, vacuuming all over, and arranging Kim’s ornaments in a different way.
‘You want two ornaments standing side by side,” she said. And so everything was arranged in twos. It looked good but Kim would never have thought of doing that. By the time Donna left everything was so different. They hugged as Donna was about to leave, and Kim never saw Donna again. It was as if someone had sent an angel along. But Kim did not believe in angels. In the end Kim showed nobody around the house because their neighbour had seen that the house was for sale and asked if he could buy it to do up and put tenants into. Kim and Ron could have jumped for joy. They had been spared all the hassle of having to keep the house decent and they could just get on with the packing and the arranging of the removal van. Deep inside her Kim knew that if this had not happened the house might not have sold very quickly, for she could not have dealt with everything on her own and with Ron as messy as he was.
Despite everything, Kim felt overwhelmed by the amount of packing that had to be done. Ron was a hoarder, and she had no idea how to deal with all that he had hoarded. She just could not do it on her own.
It was two days befor the move, and Ron was in the kitchen supposedly emptying a drawer and packing things into a cardboard box. Kim was in the living room packing in there. Suddenly ther was a loud thump that came from the kitchen. Kim ran into the kitchen and saw Ron lying on the floor.
“Get an ambulance, quick,” he yelled. Kim was in shock, and an ambulance was called, but it took a long time to come. Ron was in agony. He had snapped his foot off. When the amblulance came the parademics could not lift Ron off the kitchen floor and onto a stretcher because the kitchen was so narrow. They said that they had left their lifting gear back at the ambulance station which was many miles away. It took them two hours to get Ron into the ambulance and they kept having to top him up with morphine.
Kim watched the ambulance roar away, blue lights flashing. Suddenly she felt bereft. They were moving in two days time and how could she do this all alone now? She began to tremble and cry. There was no one to help her. The move could not be cancelled now. The legalities were that she had to be out of the house by midday two days later.
Kim spent the next two days packing but it was an impossible task. She felt hopeless. She was beginning to panic. One night whe was walking slowly to the skip that was parked out on the road carrying just one item to throw into it. She could hardly walk and she could not carry any more. She was exhausted and had packed all through the night. How on earth was this move going to be accomplished?