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                                                                                        21 Mulberry Lane
                                                                                              Chestershire AP2365

                                                                                     Thursday 8th January 1948

Dear Walter,

I am at a loss as to how I could possibly endure another five years of my life, waking up knowing I don’t want to be with you. This is the only way I can tell you how I really feel. Our conversations are always so strained, and it seems you are barely listening to me when do exchange our few words each day.

The news of your promotion filled me with disbelief, knowing all to well you have not served anywhere near enough time to be promoted. I’m sick of your lack of attention to me, and convenient stories to mask the real truth.

I cannot stay with you any longer; you will find a second envelope will be delivered soon, containing our divorce papers. I hope you are satisfied with what you have done. Denial is a disease that seems to have infected every last entity of your physical being.

Through your hurried packing for the new job, you failed this time to empty the locked box under the bed. I found the receipts, the letters, and the jewellery boxes! I know what you’re doing, as does everyone in the village. You are not welcome back.

You’ll be hearing from my solicitor. Although I cannot take from you everything you have taken from me, I will try to methodically destroy you, so you will share my pain.

From your ever loyal wife
Joyce

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                                                                                           21 Mulberry Lane
                                                                                     Chestershire AP2365

                       Wednesday 2nd June 1943

Dear Walter,

I have waited so long to hear from you again. Your last campaigns sounded awfully dangerous, are you ok, and are you hurt? Where were you stationed?  The war has not yet reached us, but it has hit London hard.

I have heard news of a promotion in the air. You must be doing something right; I didn’t know they gave promotions to people who have served as little time as you. Congratulations.  Will we have to move?

I decided to clean up the house, and purchased a new bed for us, ours was rather worn. While the nice man was installing it for me, we found a locked chest under the bed. What is this?

Please tell me. How was your service leave, I am deeply upset that you could not return to Chestershire in time for a decent stay, but I do wonder, how you couldn’t stay with 3 weeks leave?

I have arranged another care package for you. I hope the new socks will do you good, I have heard of this ‘trench foot’ it sounds horrible. Please write soon, I cannot wait to hear from you once more.

From your Ever Loyal Wife
Joyce

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                                                                                     21 Mulberry Lane
                                                                               Chestershire AP2365

                       Monday 20th June 1943

My Darling Walter,

I have heard of your injury, it sounds terrible, I am very scared. Are you OK? I received news of it through telegram, as I have not yet had a letter from you.  The nurse they have placed for you sounds lovely, Edna was her name wasn’t it? I hope she takes excellent care of you.

I sincerely hope you are allowed to come home with your injury. I feel lemon tea and scones will do you better than a cold hospital nearing a noisy battlefield. I almost chuckle with delight at the thought of your homecoming. Please feign more ill than you are if it does mean your return from this retched war.

However, I hear the new uniforms for the nurses are rather scanty due to there need for more manoeuvrability, and have caused many a weak man to stray from the scared vows of his wife. Please never do this to me Walter, you are my very heart and sole that my own life thrives upon.
I love you dearly, and it would surely kill me to hear of such trespassing by a wench in nothing more than her undergarments.

Your Ever Loyal Wife
Joyce

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                                                                                    21 Mulberry Lane
                                                                              Chestershire AP2365

                       Thursday 1st July 1943

Walter,

After waking up today, I received a telegram from none other than our good friend Dean in 2nd Battalion, Royal Infantry. Now although I haven’t the slightest in what all those names are to represent, it still does not change the ideals that, his Company leader, -again, I’ve no idea what a Company Leader is or does- of Deans’ has indeed been injured and is sitting in the ward down from you.

Company Leader William has told Dean that a lovely young nurse, Edna, by name, is taking care of him. She has been telling him wonderful stories of a young man down a couple of wards’ which she has to also care for. They have exchanged many pleasantries and conversations; he is a lovely young chap; tall, dark AND handsome. He goes by the name of none other than Walter. Now this surely cannot be MY tall dark and handsome Walter, as mine is happily married, this one however is not.

While Dean came to visit Company Leader William, this Walter was pointed out to him on the way through the doors. Dean says, this tall dark and handsome Walter bore terrible resemblance to MY Walter.

If I find out this has been anything more than pleasantries and light ‘Chitter Chatter’, I can assure you, and you will not be happily married for much longer. I trust you Walter and you know I do. This is why I cannot bring myself to see this happening.

Please don’t violate our Vows Walter, it would break my heart.

Your Ever Loyal Wife
Joyce

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                                                                                21 Mulberry Lane
                                                                            Chesterhire AP2365

                       Friday 8th June 1943

Darling Walter,

I received another telegram from Dean this morning. He tells me, Company Leader William has heard but more stories from the delicate nurse whom tends to his every need. She has told him stories of many interesting bathroom breaks.

I sent you over a care package for birthday, with spiced peaches and pears. It would seem so coincidental, that this nurse received the same type of care package, containing spiced fruit, as she was seen eating it with this Walter person.

I have heard that you do have to move away for this promotion of yours. However, it confuses me, that you have to move back to England and yet I can’t join you, please shed some light on this Walter.

I hope that these are all coincidences and you are not betraying me Walter.

Your Ever Loyal Wife
Joyce

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                                                                                        21 Mulberry Lane
                                                                                              Chestershire AP2365

                                                                                    Thursday 8th January 1948

Dear Walter,

I am at a loss as to how I could possibly endure another five years of my life, waking up knowing I don’t want to be with you. This is the only way I can tell you how I really feel. Our conversations are always so strained, and it seems you are barely listening to me when do exchange our few words each day.

The news of your promotion filled me with disbelief, knowing all to well you have not served anywhere near enough time to be promoted. I’m sick of your lack of attention to me, and convenient stories to mask the real truth.

I cannot stay with you any longer; you will find a second envelope will be delivered soon, containing our divorce papers. I hope you are satisfied with what you have done. Denial is a disease that seems to have infected every last entity of your physical being.

Through your hurried packing for the new job, you failed this time to empty the locked box under the bed. I found the receipts, the letters, and the jewellery boxes! I know what you’re doing, as does everyone in the village. You are not welcome back.

You’ll be hearing from my solicitor. Although I cannot take from you everything you have taken from me, I will try to methodically destroy you, so you will share my pain.

From your ever loyal wife
Joyce

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Epilogue

Through the exchange of Walter and Joyce’s Letters, Joyce sensed there was something between Walter and Edna. She pried her way through the lies using her letters. Eventually Walter told her everything that had happened. He and Edna had been having an affair. The promotion was fake, it was an excuse to go and live with Edna in the country.

The injury Walter received was sufficient enough to send him home if were to choose, however, he decided to wait until Edna’s service leave. The two of them returned to the country town of Cowes and lived, until Walter returned to live with Joyce, so it would arouse less suspicion.

Through letters received from other serving men and women Joyce easily established that the two of there were in-fact having an affair. Upon finding the locked chest under the bed, Joyce saw it as the proof she needed.

Joyce though was, scared of Walter so could not say these things to him, using her letters once more, she packed her things, wrote a letter and set off into the dusk chill that matched the icy harshness of Walters betrayal, and returned to her parents house, until she could raise the money for her court case, and retrieve what was hers.

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                                                                                        21 Mulberry Lane
                                                                                              Chestershire AP2365

                                                                                     Thursday 8th January 1948

Dear Walter,

I am at a loss as to how I could possibly endure another five years of my life, waking up knowing I don’t want to be with you. This is the only way I can tell you how I really feel. Our conversations are always so strained, and it seems you are barely listening to me when do exchange our few words each day.

The news of your promotion filled me with disbelief, knowing all to well you have not served anywhere near enough time to be promoted. I’m sick of your lack of attention to me, and convenient stories to mask the real truth.

I cannot stay with you any longer; you will find a second envelope will be delivered soon, containing our divorce papers. I hope you are satisfied with what you have done. Denial is a disease that seems to have infected every last entity of your physical being.

Through your hurried packing for the new job, you failed this time to empty the locked box under the bed. I found the receipts, the letters, and the jewellery boxes! I know what you’re doing, as does everyone in the village. You are not welcome back.

You’ll be hearing from my solicitor. Although I cannot take from you everything you have taken from me, I will try to methodically destroy you, so you will share my pain.

From your ever loyal wife
Joyce

◊ ◊ ◊ ◊

                                                                                           21 Mulberry Lane
                                                                                     Chestershire AP2365

                       Wednesday 2nd June 1943

Dear Walter,

I have waited so long to hear from you again. Your last campaigns sounded awfully dangerous, are you ok, and are you hurt? Where were you stationed?  The war has not yet reached us, but it has hit London hard.

I have heard news of a promotion in the air. You must be doing something right; I didn’t know they gave promotions to people who have served as little time as you. Congratulations.  Will we have to move?

I decided to clean up the house, and purchased a new bed for us, ours was rather worn. While the nice man was installing it for me, we found a locked chest under the bed. What is this?

Please tell me. How was your service leave, I am deeply upset that you could not return to Chestershire in time for a decent stay, but I do wonder, how you couldn’t stay with 3 weeks leave?

I have arranged another care package for you. I hope the new socks will do you good, I have heard of this ‘trench foot’ it sounds horrible. Please write soon, I cannot wait to hear from you once more.

From your Ever Loyal Wife
Joyce

◊ ◊ ◊ ◊

                                                                                     21 Mulberry Lane
                                                                               Chestershire AP2365

                       Monday 20th June 1943

My Darling Walter,

I have heard of your injury, it sounds terrible, I am very scared. Are you OK? I received news of it through telegram, as I have not yet had a letter from you.  The nurse they have placed for you sounds lovely, Edna was her name wasn’t it? I hope she takes excellent care of you.

I sincerely hope you are allowed to come home with your injury. I feel lemon tea and scones will do you better than a cold hospital nearing a noisy battlefield. I almost chuckle with delight at the thought of your homecoming. Please feign more ill than you are if it does mean your return from this retched war.

However, I hear the new uniforms for the nurses are rather scanty due to there need for more manoeuvrability, and have caused many a weak man to stray from the scared vows of his wife. Please never do this to me Walter, you are my very heart and sole that my own life thrives upon.
I love you dearly, and it would surely kill me to hear of such trespassing by a wench in nothing more than her undergarments.

Your Ever Loyal Wife
Joyce

◊ ◊ ◊ ◊

                                                                                    21 Mulberry Lane
                                                                              Chestershire AP2365

                       Thursday 1st July 1943

Walter,

After waking up today, I received a telegram from none other than our good friend Dean in 2nd Battalion, Royal Infantry. Now although I haven’t the slightest in what all those names are to represent, it still does not change the ideals that, his Company leader, -again, I’ve no idea what a Company Leader is or does- of Deans’ has indeed been injured and is sitting in the ward down from you.

Company Leader William has told Dean that a lovely young nurse, Edna, by name, is taking care of him. She has been telling him wonderful stories of a young man down a couple of wards’ which she has to also care for. They have exchanged many pleasantries and conversations; he is a lovely young chap; tall, dark AND handsome. He goes by the name of none other than Walter. Now this surely cannot be MY tall dark and handsome Walter, as mine is happily married, this one however is not.

While Dean came to visit Company Leader William, this Walter was pointed out to him on the way through the doors. Dean says, this tall dark and handsome Walter bore terrible resemblance to MY Walter.

If I find out this has been anything more than pleasantries and light ‘Chitter Chatter’, I can assure you, and you will not be happily married for much longer. I trust you Walter and you know I do. This is why I cannot bring myself to see this happening.

Please don’t violate our Vows Walter, it would break my heart.

Your Ever Loyal Wife
Joyce

◊ ◊ ◊ ◊

                                                                                21 Mulberry Lane
                                                                            Chesterhire AP2365

                       Friday 8th June 1943

Darling Walter,

I received another telegram from Dean this morning. He tells me, Company Leader William has heard but more stories from the delicate nurse whom tends to his every need. She has told him stories of many interesting bathroom breaks.

I sent you over a care package for birthday, with spiced peaches and pears. It would seem so coincidental, that this nurse received the same type of care package, containing spiced fruit, as she was seen eating it with this Walter person.

I have heard that you do have to move away for this promotion of yours. However, it confuses me, that you have to move back to England and yet I can’t join you, please shed some light on this Walter.

I hope that these are all coincidences and you are not betraying me Walter.

Your Ever Loyal Wife
Joyce

◊ ◊ ◊ ◊

                                                                                        21 Mulberry Lane
                                                                                              Chestershire AP2365

                                                                                    Thursday 8th January 1948

Dear Walter,

I am at a loss as to how I could possibly endure another five years of my life, waking up knowing I don’t want to be with you. This is the only way I can tell you how I really feel. Our conversations are always so strained, and it seems you are barely listening to me when do exchange our few words each day.

The news of your promotion filled me with disbelief, knowing all to well you have not served anywhere near enough time to be promoted. I’m sick of your lack of attention to me, and convenient stories to mask the real truth.

I cannot stay with you any longer; you will find a second envelope will be delivered soon, containing our divorce papers. I hope you are satisfied with what you have done. Denial is a disease that seems to have infected every last entity of your physical being.

Through your hurried packing for the new job, you failed this time to empty the locked box under the bed. I found the receipts, the letters, and the jewellery boxes! I know what you’re doing, as does everyone in the village. You are not welcome back.

You’ll be hearing from my solicitor. Although I cannot take from you everything you have taken from me, I will try to methodically destroy you, so you will share my pain.

From your ever loyal wife
Joyce

◊ ◊ ◊ ◊

Epilogue

Through the exchange of Walter and Joyce’s Letters, Joyce sensed there was something between Walter and Edna. She pried her way through the lies using her letters. Eventually Walter told her everything that had happened. He and Edna had been having an affair. The promotion was fake, it was an excuse to go and live with Edna in the country.

The injury Walter received was sufficient enough to send him home if were to choose, however, he decided to wait until Edna’s service leave. The two of them returned to the country town of Cowes and lived, until Walter returned to live with Joyce, so it would arouse less suspicion.

Through letters received from other serving men and women Joyce easily established that the two of there were in-fact having an affair. Upon finding the locked chest under the bed, Joyce saw it as the proof she needed.

Joyce though was, scared of Walter so could not say these things to him, using her letters once more, she packed her things, wrote a letter and set off into the dusk chill that matched the icy harshness of Walters betrayal, and returned to her parents house, until she could raise the money for her court case, and retrieve what was hers.