Hey there...
My mother used to say: A man is never truly ruined until he is married wrong.
Outside the typically divorce...
The only cure for that is to be wrongly married to a very good friend.
I had those words drumed into my head from as early as five.
And so thanks to my mum...
I didn't think about dating and sex exactly the same as the kids I grew up with.
When I met Vivian...
It felt like deja vu...
Like I was starting a lifetime all over again. I honestly can't fully explain it..
But...
Irrespective of how I felt...
My mother's words rang loud in my ears and so I took my royal time.
We became best friends and eventually got married.
And no...
I didn't marry wrong.
Unfortunately we came into the marriage with some pretty interesting assumptions about how things are supposed to work...
So 3 years in...
I asked her if she wanted a divorce.