even know who was staring back at me when I looked in the mirror. Even my mum noticed something was not quite right, but she hadn’t really sussed out what was going on in my marriage or my household. As I turned over old photographs of our special day, I noticed a small shoebox that had been shoved at the back of our joint wardrobe.
I hadn’t noticed it before, but I pulled the box forward and sat on the side of our bed to see what was inside. I presumed I’d find some old bills or something like that; but I didn’t. Instead, I found some old photographs of my husband with some young woman wrapped up in his arms and a young baby besides them. I turned the photograph over to see some names written on the back and found to my shock and horror the baby in the photograph was my husband’s son and his first wife!