I’m just back from visiting an elderly aunt – my mum’s youngest sister. Out of six children born to my grandparents, she is the only sibling left, so she’s become a bit of a surrogate mother to all of her orphaned nieces and nephews.
During our visit, we discussed one of my cousins – let’s call him Andrew. He had his sixtieth birthday at the beginning of this year, and a few months ago walked out on his wife of thirty-five years for – you’ve guessed it – a younger woman.
Blindsided, Andrew’s wife has been left distraught, bereft and bewildered. What did she do wrong? (Of course she did nothing wrong.)
Stunned by their father’s behaviour, Andrew’s sons are no longer speaking to him.
His family is broken.
But that doesn’t matter, because (yes, I’m being ironic) Andrew has found true love. Continue reading