call time on our marriage.I had heard people talking about Sliding Doors moments, about rugs being pulled from under them. Now I knew what they meant.
Nothing would ever be the same again. At some point, I called my best friend and burst into tears. Then I finished the day on autopilot, making a birthday cake in the shape of a football pitch for my son, who was about to turn six.
I went through the usual family evening routine and took myself to bed at around 11pm.But I didn’t fall asleep until after 2am and was awake at around 4.30am.
I was devastated at what had happened – my whole life had been thrown off balance. I was also distraught about what might happen to my sleep.
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