Me and my husband, Gordon, we’d always struggled to get on, being so different. Still, when he got his diagnosis, I promised I’d be there for him. Daftly, I hoped that at last we might become closer. Seven years on, his condition has stabilised. His quality of life isn’t great, but the pain is under control most of the time. I get on with what’s necessary.
When I met Ken, everything changed. The circumstances were a car crash, literally. I skidded on ice and hit his Volvo’s rear end. His vehicle was unmarked, my Micra was a write-off. We exchanged details, and the insurance eventually paid up. I never expected to see him again; then, when spring came, he called my mobile and asked me out for a drink. I was surprised, but it seemed churlish to refuse. I didn’t tell Gordon where I was going.
I love the attention, the sex and having my life back. The trouble is, I’ve found it harder and harder to tolerate life at home and I feel guilty. One evening in September, Ken said, ‘You don’t have to stay with him, you’ve a right to some happiness. And I need you now.’
I told him, ‘I can’t leave, I promised.’
At Christmas, Ken took me out for a posh dinner. After dessert, he presented me with a gift of diamond earrings. Hanging them in my earlobes he said, ‘A matching ring is yours. If you make the right choice.’
When I met Ken, everything changed. The circumstances were a car crash, literally. I skidded on ice and hit his Volvo’s rear end. His vehicle was unmarked, my Micra was a write-off. We exchanged details, and the insurance eventually paid up. I never expected to see him again; then, when spring came, he called my mobile and asked me out for a drink. I was surprised, but it seemed churlish to refuse. I didn’t tell Gordon where I was going.
I love the attention, the sex and having my life back. The trouble is, I’ve found it harder and harder to tolerate life at home and I feel guilty. One evening in September, Ken said, ‘You don’t have to stay with him, you’ve a right to some happiness. And I need you now.’
I told him, ‘I can’t leave, I promised.’
At Christmas, Ken took me out for a posh dinner. After dessert, he presented me with a gift of diamond earrings. Hanging them in my earlobes he said, ‘A matching ring is yours. If you make the right choice.’
