The way that you own me...

Ended [part one]

The car was running at a speed that was probably over the limit, tears were streaming down her cheeks.
She couldn't take it anymore, she was exhausted, of everything.
Yet another furious fight with her husband.
She wished she had never opened the mailbox that morning.

A letter, a bloody letter.
x Benny Andersson
Was it about work or something?

She opened it - why did she open it?

"Dear Benny,
I miss you.
Your kisses, your caresses, your words.
I miss having you here after work.
I wish we didn't have to hide behind excuses, I wish I could be yours and shout it to all and sundry.
But I promise you, my love, that we will get rid of your wife. She's a real harpy, I can't wait until she's finally gone forever.
Yours, only yours,
Mona"

It was not possible.
He had betrayed her, he was cheating on her. After everything they had experienced together, he was cheating on her.
But now it was all clear. He didn't stay in the studio late to work, he wasn't in a bad mood because it had gone wrong at work.
He didn't smell like a woman because Gorel had hugged him.

It was all clear.

He had grown tired of her. Was that possible? It had been twelve years since they had sworn eternal love.
Love, which eternal, is not.

A harpy? Her? Did he really see her as a harpy? How was that fucking possible?
After all she had done for him?
Was she a harpy just because she didn't want to give him a child? She would have liked to give him one, but the fear of reliving her last birth was too strong. After all, it was all right, wasn't it? Between them they had four children, sexually they were more than active. What was wrong?
Had she lost him?

Mona, what a cunt. Her best friend's sister sleeping with her Benny... even though by now, he was no longer hers.
How could she ever trust mankind again?

Second marriage, second divorce. No way back.

She had failed this marriage too.

How would she explain to her children that she was reliving hell? Where would she go?

Frida pulled over and pushed over the steering wheel, her head in her hands, honking the horn.
She was devastated.
She loved him.
But he couldn't be hers.

She tried to calm herself, but each breath became more and more laboured, until she cried again, louder than before.

A woman passing in the street saw her, pulled over as well and knocked on the window.
She did not know her. Frida lowered it.

"Hey, is something wrong?"

Frida looked at her and started crying again.
The woman opened the door and let her out and pulled her into a hug.
Frida held the woman tightly, she was an angel. But shortly afterwards she had to pull away, she was nauseous.
She walked to the side of the road and vomited, the woman ran to her, holding her hair and stroking her back.

"You are too stressed dear, where do you need to go?"

"To a friend's house," Frida said with difficulty.

"I don't trust leaving you alone, I'll go with you. My brother will come and pick up my car."

During the journey the two women exchanged nothing but names and ages.
The woman, a little older than Frida, was called Hyacinth, and was originally from London.
She immediately realised that the one next to her was THE Frida Lyngstad, but it was not the time to show it.Frida drove to Agnetha's house in complete silence and turned off the car when they arrived.

"Sorry for making you come all this way" Frida said keeping her eyes, red and glossy, fixed on the steering wheel.

"No trouble at all" Hyacinth said stroking her curly red hair. "I had to get here anyway."

Then she took a handkerchief and pen from her bag, wrote down her phone number and placed it in Frida's hand.

"I know I'm a stranger, but if you need me, I'm here". Having said that she kissed her forehead and got out of the car.

Frida stared at the number for a good five minutes, then put it in her bag, got out of the car and rang the bell.

Agnetha opened the door and she threw herself into her arms.
Agnetha held her close, closing her eyes and stroking her hair.

"Frida" She said cupping her face "Benny called".