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Writing is therapeutic and even if no one reads this, it might save me from being sectioned.
At 32 I embarked on a wonderful, slightly crazy journey of meeting the love of my life and becoming a blended family. For someone many moons ago (my early twenties) who wasn’t really that bothered about having children, I was suddenly involved in having 3 under 6. I would add here, there’s a clear correlation with this moment in my life and my increase in alcohol intake per week. I also realised I didn’t really have anyone to share my experience with, there’s also no manual (trust me I searched high and low to find) and I was the first of my friends in this situation.
At the time all I could think was I’d met this incredibly hot 40 something year old who felt like my best friend, not to mention the best sex I’d ever had and had the emotional intelligence and maturity to match. 6 weeks in he was off the shelf.
Fast forward 2 years, we all live together and have created a marvellously mad blended family. The journey to where we are now hasn’t been easy – in fact I thought about quitting numerous times, but couldn’t walk away from that fine arse. We’re very much still on that journey, jokes aside, very committed but still navigating all the craziness and BS that comes with a blended family, i.e the ex wife, the girlfriend (my sons new step mum) and my own slightly bonkers emotions. I should probably add here, I am very fortunate that both are lovely, but it’s still incredibly awkward trying to navigate some form of relationship with someone who’s now sleeping with your ex and someone who used to sleep with your new partner. I’m not sure which is weirder, but here goes!
Where to begin? I hadn’t been with my sons father for nearly 4 years when I met Harry* and totally wasn’t prepared for the feelings that entailed or the responsibility that would ensue 2 years down the line. We had a lot of fun, a lot of commonalities and a lot of naughty days in bed child free – despite not wanting to admit it I knew he was going to be a huge part of my life after date numero uno and very quickly fell in love. Harry* had 2 daughters, who at the time were 4 and 2, the 4 year old, Margot* was in fact 3 days younger than my 4 year old son Hugo – if that wasn’t fate I don’t know what was.
At the time all I could think was I’d met this incredibly hot 40 something year old who felt like my best friend, not to mention the best sex I’d ever had and had the emotionally intelligence and maturity to match. 6 weeks in he was off the shelf.
where to begin?