Chapter VI - Bobbot

After their harrowing experience, their company arranged for their vessel, to be towed by salvage tugs. To off load their cargoes, to the nearest port. Then later, proceed to the nearest drydock (shipyard) to carry out essential service repairs. For their main engine, steering system, and other critical electronic navigational equipment (for calibration). They've dismantled, and secured their "Para-Sail" and "Centipede Rudder". Not after they've taken selfies, and uploaded them in their social media platforms. (Without, compromising the name of the ship, and their company logo, as mandated by their company policy.) As soon as they've bought new mobile phones, sold by the some enterprising businessmen, who tagged along with the rescue team.

The Salvage tugs arrived, together with the Owner's Representatives, Company's Technical Superintendent, and D.P.A. (Designated Peron Ashore). In order to make a full assesment, of the extent of the damages incurred. And roughly estimate, how much will it cost.

The crew, were repatriated back to their own country. After finishing, the last remaining days of their contract, while in drydock.

"Bobbot" didn't bother to return, living on the same flat with his family. Instead, he managed to acquire a studio-type, rental appartment, thru the help of his friend "Doughnut".

It had to take a "Covid-Apocalypse" for him to realize, and finally made up his decision. To rid himself, of the "Toxic-Relationship", living together with his wife "Mahrlene Detta" (A.K.A "Mahrl Detta") and his alienated children.

"Bobbot" had been stuck on a rut, and was manipulated, for the past couple of years.

He worked hard as a sailor, sacrificed the far-off distance away from his children, in order to support, and give them a better life.

In the end, he was only taken for granted. Un-appreciated, neutered, and emasculated.

He'd made the grave mistake, of giving the full confidence of his faith, and whole heartedly trusted his wife.

He had invested in her career, and had given her, his full support. Thinking that, any prudent wife, would normally return back his hard-earned efforts (for the bleeding sacrifices, he'd made all throughout the years). By planning (saving) for his retirement, in order to secure their future.

His type of profession, is only well fitted for the young and vigorous. Not to a 50 plus, aging dinosaur like himself. Who's already starting to feel, the serious impact of his diminishing strenght, due to old age.

Apparently, all his hopes and expectations were all lies. A sugar-coated fantasy, created within the "Windmills of the Mind"

Instead, "Bobbot" was treated like a doormat, vilified, and disrespected (even by his own children). Taken advantage off, as they enjoy the luxuries of plush living (while he's far away), from out of the toil of his blood earned money. Then later finding out, that some bills were never paid. Compounded and gathering interests awaiting for his return.

He'd never thought, that his pofession would be so damn taxing, at his age. Not unlike before, when he was young and robust.

Now, an overweight, middle aged dinosaur.Barely fit, and struggling to keep up, with the physical demands of the job-description. But still he'd given his best shot, and endured once again for the very last time. Yearning for the glimmering hope, of attaining a financially independent future.

But in the end, they were all lies. "Mahrl Detta" had given nothing but hollow words and empty promises.

He'd often quite notice, the prominent "Red Flags" in every stage of their relationship. But he'd turned a blind eye, because he was faithfully confident, in trusting his better half.

"Bobbot" refused to entertain the thought, that his lifelong partner would ever stoop so low, so as to betray his trust, or simply just hurt him. In order to squeeze him dry, and take full advantage of his kindness and generosity.

"Mahrl Detta" was always soliciting a painful response, to garner attention, highlight her importance. Triumphantly declaring an air of superiority, by loudly raising her voice (In a scandalous arguement). Lording over him, by compelling him to concede in silence. Just so, in order to make her stop. (A clear sign of affirmation, in successfully carrying out her projection. An opponents, admission of yielding to defeat.)

Constantly probing him, causing irritations, and mischief. To determine the extent of his breaking point. How far he could tolerate the abuse.

And quite easily, she assumed that; he hasn't got the balls to leave her.

"Mahrl Detta" had underestimated "Bobbot". Exploiting his weaknesses, and was certainly confident, that he wouldn't manage to survive, living without her.

All the while, "Bobbot" had been blind-sided, expecting that any normally sane person, wouldv'e been grateful enough to reciprocate, in returning back the kindness he'd shown. (In whatever manner of support, that they could've ever possibly been. Either materially, or morally. But not once, even in a blue moon, had she shown any ounce of gratitude, or utter any words of encouragement, to placate the sacrifices, he had shown.)

It is clearly apparent, that the world is not made out of; The brightly coloured rays of rainbows, butterflies, and sundshine.

There is darkness, lurking in every corner, every-cracks, and crevices. Within the vast realms, of "The Electro-Magnetic Spectrum".

"Bobbot" didn't expect, to be hitched to a low-life, "Gutter-Dwelling", "Bottom-Feeding", "Energy soul-vampire".

Now, as he begins to recall the broken fragments of recent memories. Everything, is all starting to make, perfectly good sense;

Sabotaged, highschool reunions, unpaid insurance premiums, rented appartment conveniently located near the vicinity of her newly erected satellite office (While, "Bobbot" the main bread winner, had to travel 25 KM, commuting in a cramped-congested rickety dirty bus. When reporting to his manning agency's office.).

"Bobbot" was cajoled, to acquire an expensive condominium flat (so that "Mahrl Detta", could harvest potential clients, dwelling within the compound. And peddle her company's product plans. Her office, is roughly 2 KM walking distance. Presented with the options, "Bobbot" deemed it prudent to invest in her profession. In order for both of them to reap the benefits of its rewards in the future.) What happened was, she lived the life of a princess, and squandered the opportunity of making good money. Instead, she was competing with the other sluts, among her close knit, circle of friends. (an unholy alliance of immorally unfaithful wives. Pleasure seekers, while their husbands are working abroad, toiling in the desert, with their very own, blood, sweat, and tears.) Later on, "Mahrl Detta" was recanting the monologue to everyone, that it was "Bobbot" all along who really wanted, and abruptly decided to get the unit, because of his high social standards.

"Bobbot" had been previously duped (compromised), into signing a life plan, just so, in order for her to gain points. (It was recently unearthed, after he relentlessly grilled "Mahrl Detta" with pertinent questions. And all she could come up with, are bullocks of inconsistencies.)

"Mahrl Detta" was a highly piece of work. Master in the "Art of Projection". Often times, playing the "Victim-Card". Sometimes using "Dementia" as her alibi for being dumb and stupid (due to the anaesthetics she'd received after undergoing, three cesarian operations for giving child birth) as her sick sorry excuse, in order to extricate herself, from the accountabiliy, and consequences of her actions. (The oldest trick in the book.)

Covid-Apocalypse, was the catalyst that shattered the illusion.

He'd been gaslighted, bread crumbed, held in a mental mind trap, and was treated like a door mat. (Particularly in front of the children.)

Nothing he'd ever done was ever appreciated. There was always a negative criticism, in all the efforts he'd done for them during the "Lock-down" during the surge of the pandemic. (Not even a tiny speck of gratitude.). "Mahrl Detta" was always highlighting miniscule flaws, in order to make "Bobbot" appear stupid, in the eyes of the children.

And whenever he'd caught her "Red Handed" for her lies, and inconsistencies. She'd easily deflect the topic (In a loud scandalous voice) by sighting far off justifications, in order to stood her grounds. Never once, admitting or showing any signs of remorse for her obvious mistakes (which was clearly, bright as day).

Whatever remaining respect, had already been flushed down the toilet.

Continuing on this current path, would inevitably (one day) break the last strand of patience, that restrains the fury off his rage, which keeps him under control.

"Bobbot" deemed it necessary, to separate. Rather than endure, the never-ending cycle of psychological oppresion. Leave! rather than escalate the situation. Than risk all hell breaking loose.

Betrayal of trust, is a valid reason enough, and it encompasses everything.

Was there a third party? It really doesn't matter, her actions say's it all. Of what she's capable of doing, despicably behind his back. It was reasonably enough, for him to bail out.

Held in a mental mind-trap, de-based, and manipulated under her own machinations. (You and Me, against the world. Was a farce, and it didn't exist.)

"Trust" is paramount, in any given relationship. Once broken, it shatters the heart, and leaves a painful scar, that would take a very long time to heal.

Leave! rather than succumb, to the blind rage and fury. Of the heavy outburst, pouring out from the tormented soul of emotions. When the last strand of patience, would eventually snapped.

Somewhere, in the not so distant future; The aggrieved party will be compelled, into committing the inevitable crime of "Parricide". Out of sheer blind madness, under the trance of his crazed boodlust.

Should he ever choose to remain, and continue treading, on this critically dangerous path.