Affair to remember: I promised to leave my husband, but all I did was make excuses
Each week, a reader recalls a love affair. Today, a married woman recalls what happened when she fell for another man
When I met him it was so out of the blue: I had neither looked nor wanted to find love, but fate had other plans, it transpired. I was married in name, but a carer in reality. My husband was like an empty shell, crippled by depression and had long shut me out . . . if he’d ever let me in. Our children were getting older but still too young and my good friend had just died in a road traffic accident. I felt truly inconsolable that day.
I sobbed that evening while listening to music alone at home, before leaving to visit a nearby pub for a solo toast to my deceased loved one. I sat at the bar, knowing nobody, just listening to the jamming session and for the first time in a long while, feeling like “me”.
Somehow I managed to kick into the person next to me as I moved on my stool, I spun round, smiled, apologised and got talking, to the stranger, a man I would quickly grow to love. He brought colour into my darkness.
