My First Marriage
My first marriage was to Glen. Like many young couples, our love was dramatic and intense. We met and married in six weeks. The next 10 years were wonderful, with many happy moments. We had four children and fostered a young boy. Our work was busy. We travelled in India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Thailand, helping the less fortunate. We worked, lived and loved together. We were together the entire time.
After our move to Thailand, our relationship began to change. Glen travelled a lot for work, and I increasingly devoted myself to my work, which was with various charitable organisations in Bangkok. Then one day, during a work meeting with our boss, Glen suddenly blurted out that he was making plans to return to Australia, and expected myself and the children to stay in Thailand, because he knew that the children were happy and settled there, and he promised to support us. Talk about blindsided. I was horrified.
What followed was eight years of us receiving occasional counselling, sometimes living together, sometimes separately. Until, one day, Glen sat me down and just said he couldn’t do it anymore. 18 long years of marriage was over. I cried for myself, but mostly for my children.
It was not long after Neil proposed to me that I met Adèle in Thailand. Her course sounded perfect. I completed the 21 day Naked Divorce recovery program with her, and it made me realise how the disappointment, the anger, the frustration, had been all bottled up inside of me.
I also realised some hard truths, though. I hadn’t thought enough for him to support us financially. He didn’t support us financially, nor was he there for the children. I had also not communicated myself enough with him, and I certainly hadn’t encouraged the children to.
I came to the realisation that I had felt, at that time, that I was enough. But I wasn’t as a parent. How selfish of me.