My Sweet Brittany
I remember the first time she was late.
Shyly, she revealed that the bus she was taking....
And I'd exclaimed; "Bus?"
She turned her face away, and admitted she didn't have the money for a Taxi.
We'd been dating for three months and she had never asked me for a penny.
I thought she had a car, I muttered.
She told me that on occasion she had borrowed her brother's car, but he had needed it so she took the bus.
I think I made a noise and that is when she told me about her brother.
He was really her step-brother.
When her parents died he had dropped out of school to support her. To see that she went to school, that she had everything she needed.
A few tears rolled down her face when she spoke of Trevor, and I myself was moved by the selflessness of a boy of 17 who would give up his life for a half sister of ten, and work so hard to turn out someone as perfect as Brittany.
Getting in Deeper
I wanted to buy her a car but she became upset, so I changed it to a loan. I would loan her the money to buy a car and worked up a payment scale.
Every week she gave me $ and every week, unknown to her, I put that $ in an Interest bearing account.
Four months later I gave it all back to her, saying;
"Now You can buy something good for your brother..."
Having mentioned the magic word, she embraced me.
"When will I meet him?" I asked.
There were tears again because her brother was very conservative and didn't know
that she had a boyfriend.
"What about a fiancé'?" I replied, and asked her to marry me.
Trevor was a serious, not unattractive men who was a bit wary of me. I was able to buy his trust by investing in the small business he operated.
He seemed a bit suspicious and hesitant, but allowed me to invest and began to communicate with me about the business.
Brittany wanted one of those Caribbean Dream Weddings. I paid for it, and for her brother's plane ticket and hotel stay, so that he could give her away.
Brittany begged me not to spend so much money, but each time she tried to stop me whether it was buying her that diamond ring or that dress, I told her,
"You are worth Twice the Price."
I had known Brittany less than eight months when I married her.
Or I thought I Knew Brittany.
She became very concerned about finances when we returned from our honeymoon.
She felt that she should have her name on my titles of property and my bank accounts.
Tax reasons aside, why shouldn't I share with my wife?
So I put her name on everything.
She was worried about her brother, he was going to lose the house. I asked her why she hadn't told me before, and she said she didn't want to bother me.
As a present to her, we 'sold' a house to her brother for half the price.
He promptly sold it for more than it was worth.
This surprised me, and yes, annoyed me.
A few months later she tried to convince me to sell another property to him for the same half price.
I told her that she'd already repaid him. I told her that my investment in his business was a drain on my pocket. I reminded her I had already virtually given away a good property to her brother, which he sold. I mentioned I seemed to be supporting them both.
Brittany became upset, angry. She used language I had never heard from her, and left me.
Shortly after she wanted a divorce.
I didn't want a divorce.
The World's Stupidest Man
I must have regaled everyone I knew with tales of Brittany and Trevor.
At my first pontifications everyone felt Trevor was beyond Sainthood, and they could fully identify with Brittany's sense of obligation.
As time passed and I shared the joint titles on the houses, and one I cheaply sold to her brother, sentiment began to change.
People began to see Brittany and her brother in a different light. Although I resisted at first, most people saw two scammers.
Brittany moved forward with the divorce, property was divided. That is, she got half of everything I owned.
I was angry now, needed to see Brittany, needed to understand what was happening.
It didn't happen.
Firstly, before the divorce was served on me, her brother had sold the business, closed his accounts and 'disappeared.'
Assuming Brittany was with him, I hired detectives to trace them.
There was no trace.
There was no Brittany nor Trevor Bowen who had ever lived at the address I had
There was no record of anything they had ever told me. Not the schools they had
attended or where their parents were buried.
Me, in my trusting state, had never verified anything they told me.
I took me years to finally realise that I had been played.