“I’m in love with someone else.”
Words that instantly turn lives upside down. Words only other people say and hear. Words that were never ever going to be heard in my family.
Sick, hollow emptiness in the gut. Inner peace shattered, lost, in one short sentence.
“But we’ve been married for 23 years. What about our children? We’ve always told them they never need to worry about our family breaking up. And she’s 20 years younger than you – she was only TWO years old when we got married!”
He felt terrible, but he was so deeply in love that he was beyond any form of appeal.
“I’m so sorry to do this to you and the children. I don’t not love you, but I have to be with her.”
Lying alone in bed, I struggled to work out what had gone wrong. For most of our marriage, we had shared joys and sorrows, goals and growth. Yet, gradually, without realising it, we had spun ourselves into a cocoon of complacency and stopped taking care of our special bond.