Hi all. Sorry – I’m a bit late to the party. 3 years ago, my husband of 20 years left me for a girl young enough to be his daughter. He also left me with 3 kids – aged 6 – 10. The dust has settled – the hurt…gone. By now I see him for what he is – a damaged individual who will never face up to his responsibilities. It’s not why I’m writing. This single parent thing – it’s not hard, but it’s very very lonely. I run a business. I look OK for 52 – I think. To the outside – I’m a strong, successful woman who hasn’t let the fact that her husband left affect her one iota. The reality? Yeh – I have an amazing work life. I come home – I cook my kids a meal – I put the youngest to bed – I help the other two through their teenage angst. Then I go to bed – and do the same thing …the next day. And that’s normal family life right? I don’t miss my husband – but I miss the idea of him. I’ve been on Tinder. OMG. Might be different in the city – but here in Wales – it’s full of men who want sex, or men nobody else seem to want. Or perhaps they don’t want me. Well the ones I want don’t want me – put it that way. I’ve yet to go out on a date. I did meet a vicar on the Guardian Soulmates thing – who hummed and haad over what to do, like he was choosing a cake in a bakery, before politely deciding to pass. Oh – and a barrister – who made me pay for my own coffee. So if there are any North Walians out there – who are up for a chat, virtual or real, male or female, in Welsh or in English – that would be great.
Oh God ( sorry God, especially today) but you do have to laugh. Like in a normal world – I would never – EVER – have gone near a vicar. But in this weird life on your tod with 3 kids land – then it all seemed – possible…….I mean, yeh – I could do the vicars wife thing – flowers and WI – totally transform myself from the prosecco drinking sassy adopted Mancunian that I really am…….what was I thinking!