I knew they
existed, but she didn’t tell me that they came with her, that I couldn’t have
her without them. I remember the old
days when it was just her and I. We’d
walk under apple trees hand in hand, talking about everything, but then evening
would come and she’d have to hurry home.
She was careful not to introduce them to me until after the
wedding. Then she told me they were
going to come and live with us.
Through the
door they came, Happy carrying a bottle and singing, Grumpy glowering and Doc taking
my favourite chair. Sneezy told me how
ill he was in alarming detail, Sleepy allowed me to wait on him all evening,
Dopey smoked weed and Bashful sat in the corner rocking from side to side in a
state of trauma – he doesn’t like change.
My first mistake
was to take them seriously. I listened
to Doc pontificating about politics, religion and the state of the economy and
tried to argue with him. I bought
medication for Sneezy and nursed him as best I could. I tried to lure Bashful into conversation and
make friends with Grumpy. I waited on Sleepy
hand and foot, bringing him meals and tidying up after him. It was all in vain, Doc wouldn’t listen to
any point of view other than his own, Grumpy complained, Sleepy didn’t
appreciate anything I did for him, Sneezy’s symptoms got worse and not better
and Bashful became more and more depressed.
I started hanging out with Happy and Dopey, drinking until the early
hours, smoking weed and partying ... but then that became too much. I simply couldn’t keep up with them and I
realised something – where the hell was she?
When it was
hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to work they go, I searched for her. I found her walking in the orchards that I
had courted her in, a sad expression on her face. She begged me to stay with her and help me
deal with them. So, I went home and
tried to clear up the mess they’d left.
I wandered which of those seven little manifestations would come through
the door first. If it was Happy, Dopey
or Sneezy, drugs would need to be on hand.
If it was Doc, there would be a long rant with which I couldn’t argue
and even if I didn’t, Grumpy would always turn on me for no reason, that little
bastard was so angry. Sleepy would lounge on the sofa and demand dinner and
Bashful would just want some space.
One day I
lost my temper and threatened to kick them all out. They subsided so I could see her enchanting
beauty and I was suckered back into it.
There are phases of just her and I, but they are becoming less and
less. Each time they return, they stay
for longer and she diminishes. I’m
convinced they are destroying her and I can do nothing about it.