Nick Real Deal
Vital Football Legend
As promised, I am coming clean over the worst thing in my life I have done.
In 1988 I was married. Every summer from 1986 I would make the Le Mans pilgrimage to France. Drive over with a group of mates in classic cars and watch the 24 hour race.
Leave Friday get back Monday.
In 89 or 90 ( I'm not sure ) my Wife's grandmother was very ill and in hospital the week I was due to go to Le Mans. We had driven to Bourne from Southend to visit her the weekend before and paid our last respects. She had one lung and it was failing. The old lady invited me over to her bedside and made me promise I would look after her granddaughter ( my wife ). She hung on until the Friday ( the day I was to depart for Le Mans.) I was in our shop, my wife was out buying supplies. Her brother who was around 16 years old and a bit naive rung the shop to tell his sister her Nan had died that morning.
I was due to leave at 16.00.
I said.....Alan, do me a favour, phone back after 4 o'clock this afternoon.
My wife already didn't want me to go but was unaware her Nan had died until after I left. She already broke down in tears as I left because she needed my support generally at that time.
When I told my mates on the journey what I had done, they couldn't believe it.
On Monday I returned to find my wife standing at the roadside waiting.
As I approached her, her steely glare burnt through my nervous smile, she quietly said.....You knew didn't you ?
I said....Yes.
She said.....You Bastard, I will never forgive you.
She didn't and she divorced me in 1995. Not specifically over that but it was I feel the turning point, she knew I was an arsehole and she was right.
So, are any of you brave enough to reveal the worst thing you have done and is it worse than mine ?
In 1988 I was married. Every summer from 1986 I would make the Le Mans pilgrimage to France. Drive over with a group of mates in classic cars and watch the 24 hour race.
Leave Friday get back Monday.
In 89 or 90 ( I'm not sure ) my Wife's grandmother was very ill and in hospital the week I was due to go to Le Mans. We had driven to Bourne from Southend to visit her the weekend before and paid our last respects. She had one lung and it was failing. The old lady invited me over to her bedside and made me promise I would look after her granddaughter ( my wife ). She hung on until the Friday ( the day I was to depart for Le Mans.) I was in our shop, my wife was out buying supplies. Her brother who was around 16 years old and a bit naive rung the shop to tell his sister her Nan had died that morning.
I was due to leave at 16.00.
I said.....Alan, do me a favour, phone back after 4 o'clock this afternoon.
My wife already didn't want me to go but was unaware her Nan had died until after I left. She already broke down in tears as I left because she needed my support generally at that time.
When I told my mates on the journey what I had done, they couldn't believe it.
On Monday I returned to find my wife standing at the roadside waiting.
As I approached her, her steely glare burnt through my nervous smile, she quietly said.....You knew didn't you ?
I said....Yes.
She said.....You Bastard, I will never forgive you.
She didn't and she divorced me in 1995. Not specifically over that but it was I feel the turning point, she knew I was an arsehole and she was right.
So, are any of you brave enough to reveal the worst thing you have done and is it worse than mine ?