Sixtieth Birthday Blues: The Night My World Fell Apart
On the night of my husband Peter’s sixtieth birthday, as I fussed over sausage rolls and bunting, I discovered a secret that shattered my world: he’d had another family for sixteen years. In the aftermath, I was left to pick up the pieces, question everything I thought I knew about trust, and face the daunting prospect of starting over at sixty. Now, I wonder if it’s ever truly possible to rebuild when the foundations of your life have been swept away.