My Thai-Lady Volcano Continues to Erupt
I sat quietly for a few minutes and smoked a cigarette in an effort to calm my nerves. I then asked Peter if he would call Mrs. Boss and talk to her about the lawyer’s comments — it was his damned document anyway and I was really just some poor sap caught in the crossfire. Peter duly obliged, although quickly wished he hadn’t. Mrs. Boss rounded on him with the same ferocity that only moments earlier had been trained on me and he was equally unable to get a word in before she cut off the call. He bravely tried again — tried a further three times in fact — but all calls bore no fruit and he eventually admitted defeat in endeavouring to get the conversation onto lines that resembled some form of sanity.
I returned to Jasmine Mansion a few hours later, hopeful that the wrath may have subsided — at least sufficiently to allow me the chance to explain the situation. Even if I could not persuade her that the contents of the note did not mean what she had interpreted them to mean, at least I hoped to show that there was no desire to hide this from her, nor was the situation anything whatsoever to do with me. I was wrong and I failed — failed miserably. The anger was still there and for the next hour in the hotel, the drive back to the house, and then a punishing further two hours at home (enduring more verbal assaults). Everything and anything she could think of that was negative was thrown at me, including sins I had committed only in her dreams!
The whole thing was now taking on ridiculous proportions. Mrs. Boss had gotten her knickers twisted by something that quite clearly, to me anyway, was in no sense a knicker-twisting thing. Of course I did not know what the Thai version of the lawyers note said since I do not read Thai. However, I felt it most unlikely that a qualified lawyer, a Thai national at that, would write something that made sense in English, but the complete opposite in his native tongue! Even had he erred in the Thai version, her jumping into the fray with such vehemence would also not be the normal, sane and sensible reaction. Yes, the points may be wrong and the error may upset you, but surely the way to approach this would be to open a dialogue with the person who sent it to you. Discuss the matter with them as an adult and ensure that you had, indeed, got your knickers on correctly!
I eventually managed to escape the wrath of Mrs. Boss by the extremely devious and clever ability to fall soundly asleep. Whether or not she kept pummeling away at me through the night I will never know. If she did, however, she would merely have been party to a rather one side conversation, so no change there then, as I was deep in a meeting with the sandman. However, immediately the sandman departed, I was again awake and alone to face the tyrannical Mrs. Boss who was wading into me before my eyes had fully opened and, far more importantly, before my first cup of coffee and dawn-breaking cigarette. I was completely unequipped to deal with more of this nonsense and left her alone, shouting her obscenities at my shape in the mattress, as I made my way downstairs to get a coffee and sit outside trying to think what I should do next.
It was clear that Mrs. Boss was on a roll and it was best if I was no longer in her path. I decided to telephone a taxi driver I knew and asked him to collect me from home in 30 minutes. I returned upstairs and endeavoured to block out the screaming. Next I showered, packed a small bag, and headed out of the house to the hotel. “Was this it?” I thought as I clambered into the taxi, “Is this the final chapter in my marriage?” Of course it may well be the final chapter in us living under the same roof, but unless there was some unlikely reconciliation, this was the beginning of the end — not the end of the end. I had fears of what getting a divorce here would entail. Would I get shafted by the Thai system and lose everything? A very real possibility I concluded by the time I reached my destination.
Mrs. Boss did not appear at the hotel that day, Thursday. This was a good thing. The next day I was off early in the morning with Mark and Peter to Bangkok. Mark and I had a morning meeting with Asia Books regarding our new publishing venture and in the afternoon all three of us were going to a meeting with McDonalds concerning the land we owned in Pattaya.
The both meetings went very well and we were back to our hotel, changed and ready for a night out by 6:00PM. We visited the cunningly named “Soi 8″ bar, unbelievably, located on Soi 8 off Sukhumvit Road in Central Bangkok. This was the where Mark and I had drank and played pool for several hours during our visit to the capitol a couple of months earlier. We had enjoyed our time there, previously and the evening literally flew past as we all chatted away and downed several beers without moving from our seats, save for our increasingly regular visits to the toilet. Much of the conversation was related to Mrs. Boss and me, although altruistically Mark and Peter were rather more concerned as to how this may affect their investment in the land than with the state of my marriage! Eventually, around 11:00PM, we decided to retire to bed — it had been a long day.
I returned to the hotel on Saturday afternoon and again enjoyed a day without having to be confronted by Mrs. Boss. The same was true for Sunday. Monday arrived and so did Mrs. Boss. The four days of separation between us had done nothing to cool her temper and she stormed into my office smashing the door into my desk and ensuring any of the guests eating breakfast were now fully awake. Again she tore into me with accusations from licking pussy through to my starting the First and Second World Wars. It is bad enough having one’s wife on the warpath, but doing so in front of an audience of several guests, restaurant customers and staff was a little too much to bear. I freely admit that I wanted to just shut her up and, as she incessantly ranted on, I sat contemplating ways to silence her.
I had hoped that Mrs. Boss, with a few days at home and away from me, would start to realise she had rather leapt to ridiculous conclusions and that her accusations against me were groundless. I was wrong and I was now more uncertain what the future held for me than at any time before.
