I was a stay at home mum and he worked at home too so we barely spent a moment apart in all the years we were married.Lo and behold, we got divorced in 1999 and it opened a whole new world to me.I could think and do things freely (nothing against my ex, he didn’t hold me against my will! I was single for 3 years before I met Angelo on a solo flight I had to Italy. We got along like a house on fire but little did I know it would mean we wouldn’t even share the house….While we were courting, I would stay at his home every few nights and vice versa.
He was wonderful but I couldn’t help but feel stifled in our relationship.
Instead of being two individuals, we became one amalgamated version of ourselves.
We’d go to the shops together, we’d go out with our friends together…basically we didn’t have lives that allowed us to be anything but attached at the hip.
We lived around the corner from one another and in my single years, I’d made a fabulous little home for myself that I couldn’t bear to give up.
I told Angelo about my predicament when he asked if I would live with him.
I asked, “Why can’t we just live apart and still see each other most days? At first he was a little shocked but as we started to get busier with work and grandkids, it didn’t matter!