Chapter FourteenThe Conversation
The “conversation” precipitating the above events with “Ronan the Barbarian” had taken place some seven weeks after my husband had returned to the marital home with his tail between his legs.
A return he made barely a month after removing his cage and placing it on the kitchen table for me to find before walking out.
Those seven weeks used to gradually bring him to a level of dependency and obedience that, given the time-frame surprised even me.
It had, just the same, been a walk-out I hadn’t bargained for and you may be assured I berated myself on a daily basis for the over-confidence that had led me to push him at a swifter rate than made sense.
Hence my more considered and “gradualist” approach when he did return.
A mutual friend to whom he’d confi
