It was a complicated situation. Now there’s complicated and then there’s something to the equivalent of messed up. Now, this situation was messed up. It appeared to be a simple case of a woman meeting a man and then the two of them got married. But behind those circumstances lies the complication. For the woman would have never even noticed the man if the sister hadn’t done so beforehand.

The sister of the woman who eventually got married looked on to the man in admiration from afar for quite a period of time. She would spend her evenings caught up in some form of an elaborate day dream with the man, but never did she approach the man to express her true feelings. There was one person that she did express her feelings to, and that was her sister. The same sister who eventually got married to the man. The man’s name: Jordan. His wife’s name: Maria. And her sister’s name: Lisa.

Now when Maria heard of all of the elaborate, but fanciful, constructions that Lisa had created inside her head. She knew that she had to do something about it. Maria had to see this man, Jordan, whom Lisa had been fawning over and get the two together. The problem was that when Maria approached Jordan on her sister’s behalf, little did she know that Jordan had fallen for her on first sight.

And so the two, Maria and Jordan, soon began developing a relationship. Meanwhile, Lisa was having a nervous breakdown. This created an intense situation for all three of them. Lisa spent her time in a psychiatric ward recovering, Maria was deliberating her own feelings and sense of moral conscience and Jordan was navigating the minefield.

Never-the-less, Jordan and Maria were to be engaged and then married. Lisa began leading a reclusive life away from everyone else. It seemed like the only option after considering everything else.

It was not until ten years into their marriage that Lisa ever admitted having any feelings for Jordan. She did so while they were drunk one night. And Jordan, being intoxicated as he was, decided to make Lisa’s dreams come true. Jordan and Lisa slept with one another that night and Lisa got pregnant.

After that, Maria and Jordan’s marriage was never the same. Maria was always having a complete shit attack, she would throw shoes and other instruments at him in a blind rage. There was nothing Jordan could do about it. He simply had to bare the consequences.

Now when Lisa decided to have the child was when everything hit the roof. Jordan moved out of the house and Maria began drinking heavily on a nightly basis.

The night in which Lisa was in labour was the night she died. Lisa died giving birth to the child and the child was left in the world without a mother. Jordan bit the bullet and began raising the child. Maria eventually somewhat forgave Jordan and helped him raise the child. They still hated one another, but they were both obligated to raise the child for the benefit of the deceased Lisa.

The child, holding Lisa’s eyes, acted as a constant reminder of both Maria and Jordan’s misgivings in life. It wasn’t the best situation, but sometimes that’s just what happens.


Louis Edward Tschampion.. Also known as Arie de Bruyn Born in Sandringham, Melbourne, Victoria (Australia) on the 15th January 1987. Son of Alison and Dirk de Bruyn. Youngest sibling to Kees and Abram de Bruyn. Diagnosed with schizophrenia at the age of 22. Holds a bachelor degree from Deakin University in Arts (Media & Communication). Attended several high schools. Has lived and worked internationally in New Delhi, India; and Thailand. Currently resides in Geelong, Victoria, Australia. Written several books and self-published them (Check out products and downloads page). Works jobs to earn himself a livable wage. contact: twitter: @firstofkin

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