LOST; that’s what I felt when I found out my husband was having an affair. One minute my right arm was there. Then it was gone. Forever.
Who do you want to turn to when something this horrific happens? Naturally your loving partner, your soulmate, your husband. Yet suddenly it feels like there’s no-one to talk to. Who can you trust?
The first person I confided in was a close friend. She was divorced so she’d know how I was feeling, right? Mostly, though there wasn’t an affair involved, and she’d left him. She knew me though. She listened to me spinning round in circles for months. I still don’t know how she did it. She was a star.
The second person I told, some 15 minutes later, was the painter and decorator. He was just standing there with a big drip of red paint precariously balanced on the end of his brush. I watched that drop of paint with intent as though its journey to the ground would bring me comfort or answers. It didn’t. I’ve never seen anyone paint a wall and pack up so fast.