Today I was chatting to an acquaintance, who is becoming a bit of a friend. She is about 10 years younger than me, an ex-pat too, and in the process of leaving her husband because she does not love him anymore.
I was fascinated as she opened up to me about the fact that she and he were living together like brother and sister. They did not have sex anymore, and hadn't for a few years other than once to produce the second child. It all sounded so familiar.
She is very attractive and outgoing, and all the guys where I work would throw themselves at her feet.
She has 2 young children aged 3 and 6, she feels they are young enough to cope with this. She said that one day she just realised that she did not want to carry on in a loveless marriage, so she drank a bottle of wine, and broke the news to her husband. He, of course, was shocked, not realising that his ignoring her and disinterest would end in this.
This was a year ago, and she is now at the stage where she will move out to an apartment in the same village, so the children can move between the house she and her husband built together, and her flat. She can live her life, and hopefully find new love. She and her husband remain best of friends, there is no animosity, but they are moving on with their lives. Her husband does not think he will marry again. He is not "Partnerfähig" he feels, which means he does not know how to deal with a partner. Yet now he brings her tea in bed every morning, and takes the children, so maybe she has trained him for the next woman.
This was so heartening to me. She made the move, shouted stop, I want my life back, I want to be loved, I don't want this. And it is going to work for her. She has managed to stay friends, the children will grow up without the bad atmosphere and without a mother who is frustrated.
On the train home, my husband got on part way. He was unshaven as ever. We talked stiffly on the way home. At home we had an argument about something, which he then tried to make up to me with cups of tea and being helpful. He upset our eldest and had an argument with her in the stairwell. I don't need this either.
where is that corkscrew? ![]()
No, it won't be tonight, and it won't be tomorrow, but the day is coming, when I also will point out that we are living as housemates, and we need to move on. I just hope we too remain friends.























