Oh, mate I finally realised what Ive done. I wanted to go back to my ex-wife, the woman I spent 30 years with, but by then, it was too late
Im 52 now. And Ive got nothing. No wife, no family, no kids, no jobnothing.
My names William. I lived with my wife, Margaret, for three decades. I always worked hard to provide for us, and she took care of the home. I never wanted her to workI liked her being there, waiting for me. But over time, she started getting on my nerves.
We carried on, respecting each other, but the love just fizzled out. I thought it was normal, even comfortable. Then everything changed. One night, in a pub, I met Emily. She was 20 years younger than megorgeous, kind, funny. Like a dream come true.
We started seeing each other, and soon she became my mistress. Two months in, I couldnt lie to Margaret anymore. I dreaded going home. I realised I loved Emily and wanted her to be my wife.
So I told Margaret the truth. She didnt make a scenejust stayed quiet. I thought she didnt love me either, thats why she took it so well. But now I see how badly I hurt her.
We divorced. Sold the house wed shared for years. Emily insisted I didnt let Margaret keep it, so I didnt. Margaret bought a tiny flat with what she had, while I used my savings to get a two-bed for Emily.
I didnt help my ex-wife, didnt give her a penny. Knew she had no savings and wouldnt find work straight away. But back then? Didnt care. Our sons refused to speak to mefelt Id betrayed their mum and couldnt forgive me then.
Didnt bother me at the time, though. Emily was pregnant, and we were excited. When the baby came, he didnt look like me or even her. My mates doubted he was mine, but I ignored them.
Life with Emily was a mess. I worked myself ragged, ran the house, looked after the kid. She just demanded money and was always out. The place was a disaster, no meals ready. Shed stumble in at 3 AM, reeking of booze, picking fights over nothing.
Eventually, I lost my jobtoo exhausted, too angry to do it right. Three years of that. Then my brother, who never liked Emily and always doubted the kid was mine, made me take a DNA test. Turns out, he wasnt my son.
We divorced straight after that. By then, I hadnt spoken to Margaret or my sons in years. Once I was free of Emily, I thought Id go back to my first wife. Bought flowers, wine, a cakeshowed up at her old place. But shed moved. The new owner gave me her address.
I went there. A man answered. Turns out Margaret landed a good job, married a colleague. She was happy.
Saw her in a café later. Asked if shed take me back. She looked at me like I was daft and walked off. Now I get itthe mistake I made. What was I thinking? What did I even gain? Why throw away my wife for some younger woman?
Im 52 now. And Ive got nothing. No wife, no job, and even my sons wont talk to me. Lost everything that ever mattered. And its all my fault. Worst part? I can never fix it.
