The Other Woman

I am an ex pat woman from Ireland living in a rural part of Australia. I came to this country aged 30 brimming with confidence, looking for adventure, and passion. Now aged 40….WOW if you could see the difference in my passport photo, I have transformed from Vanessa Paradis into serial killer Aileen Wuornos (played by Charlize Theron in Monster).

So what has transpired over the last 10 years - marriage, two kids, adultery, the other woman, divorce, setting up on my own as a single mum, son being diagnosed with autism, and just when things were looking up, redundancy from my stable job of five years. So that leaves me here today trying to catch my breath, figuring things out, and desperately fighting the image of that sour middle aged woman that I see reflected everyday in my local Woolies window.

Boxing Day 9.30pm 2012, my husband of eight years sat me down and said he was leaving. He couldn’t do “it” anymore, “it” meant being a committed and responsible father looking out for his wife and kids. He swore there was no other woman involved. He gave me an hour to digest the news and then calmly packed an overnight bag and left. I spent the night in shock dancing to Flo Rida on my ipod and smoking a whole packet of Benson and Hedges Fine, while the kids slept soundly unaware their life was to dramatically change. Anyhow cut to three weeks later, their father moved in with his new woman (his work partner) and her two children.

On my wish list, I wish that other woman could stand in my two year old son’s shoes as he is howling from his soul watching his father walk out the door not knowing when he would see him again. I wish she could step into my daughter’s seven year old's shoes trying to figure out why her dad wants to live somewhere else with two other children she has never met before. I wish she could step into my shoes watching all my dreams of the future shatter in one instant.


Anyhow two years down the track, what I have learnt.







It has taken me two long years to learn this and no it is not an easy road - you have only to look at my passport photo to see this….


#_Heartache
#_Betrayal
#_Soul_Searching
#_Grief
#_Relationships

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