The long GOODBYE
Every morning, I wake up, roll over in bed and look at the man sleeping next to me. He’s my husband, David – the love of my life – but I barely recognise him.
We live together, eat together, watch TV together in the evenings, but if I’m brutally honest, he’s no longer the man I fell in love with. I stay because I promised I’d stand beside him in sickness and in health, and nothing could make me break those vows, but I feel angry that I only had just over a decade of happiness before our life and marriage were completely torn apart.
David and I had been hooked on each other since we met at the
