About eleven years ago I was living in an idyllic surfing shack by the beach. My very good surfing buddy Bill leased the shack to me while he lived a few houses away. It was a convenient set up as Bill could wander down and do “projects” in his garden and we went surfing together at every opportunity. By 1999 I was to find that our idyllic friendship and arrangement had sinister consequences for our lives.
There is a twist in this tale
Living in Bill’s old shack was a very good time in my life. We would often go on surfing expeditions with Jess. Bill would use the company fuel account and Jess would book our accommodation in one of Australia’s finest surfing regions. During the week at home, Bill and I went surfing before work – we had a short walk across the road to the beach.
Around the time in 1999 my life was changing. I suffered a painful repetitive strain injury to my elbow for which I was receiving insurance money. I couldn’t go surfing much and as a consequence Bill became frustrated with our friendship. He didn’t believe that I was in pain, he thought I was a freeloader. Bill was a value driven Taurus person and often spoke like Homer Simpson. Bill was from Massachusetts and he was going up in the world – fast. I was finishing up my career in Stone-masonry and was quite involved with Astrology and counselling.
It seemed that Bill and Jess were planing on getting married that year and with me out of action Bill became increasingly insecure about his world. I think Bill resented the way I lived in his shack. Perhaps I was living out his idyllic vision of life then. I was single with no responsibilities – surfed and did what I wanted to do. He was paying the mortgage on the shack, getting married and fast tracking his career. Bill thrived on stress and control.
Little did I know what was to come next
Bill was planing his future home with Jess. They were going to use the land around the shack to build a new place. That meant at some point in time the shack was to be demolished. I was ok about that but not with the way Bill decided to treat me as one of his pawns. In the end it seemed that I was expendable and my “value” dropped in view of his master plan.
Bill served me with an eviction notice. It was a very surprising turn of events. I would have gladly moved out and stayed friends with him however it seemed that Bill needed to be sure of my departure. In Bill’s natal chart – Mars Uranus and Pluto are conjunct with Saturn opposite.
The eviction notice chart.
The secretive and surreptitious twelfthth house Moon is exposed at the Mid-heaven. Mars ruled 4th house about to change signs and opposite Saturn.
I moved out on the very last day of the eviction notice and our friendship was irreversibly damaged. I found out afterwards that Bill was trying to buy the house next door to the shack and was also holding off signing the builders contract to build on the shack’s land. His Mother was about to arrive from America and the wedding was looming.
It seemed that Bill had finally chewed off more than he could control. Bill’s mother apparently was the master of both control and self righteousness. Bill had come half way around the world to escape his mother. Her impending arrival must have produced cracks in his tight armour.
I heard later – on the grape vine that the wedding or celebration of the wedding was to be down south in a favourite surfing haunt. It seemed obvious to me that Bill had decided long before his marriage day that I wasn’t going to be there. So what did happen?
Bill was driving down south showing his mother his block of land when a big snake crossed the road. Bill braked and swerved to avoid the snake. The snake survived I think, however the car behind Bill smashed right into the back of him.
Two weeks after their marriage Jess left Bill citing controlling and infantile behaviour. Somehow I think the marriage was a manipulated event. Its hard not to be suspicious. Perhaps in the early days Bill and Jess were in love however it seems that Jess was planning an exit and “eviction” all of her own.
Bill got his inheritance from his fathers estate and is now a multi million dollar property owner in the south west of Australia. Jess got remarried to an adult person and I believe she benefited from her divorce with Bill.
I am living in another “shack” and and getting by. I have to say that my new breed of friendship has been more than I could ever hope for over the years. Friendship is a dual street and requires work sometimes. I hope to keep my friendships when I decide to move house next. If I must leave home that is ok too. I prefer that dealings between friends can be as transparent as they can – perhaps I am not perfect but I understand the importance of friendships and how they can also change.