While waiting, we moved into our respective parents’ homes – a temporary arrangement, I thought.
But weeks passed and it became clear to me that Lisa wasn’t making any effort to find us a home.
The baby couldn’t be mine – we hadn’t had sex for months before our divorce. Everything clicked then – the late nights, turning off her mobile phone, lying about staying at her mother’s place...
Looking back to when she served me with the divorce papers, I guessed Lisa must already have been two months pregnant with her lover’s child at that time.
I wanted to be an understanding and loving husband, so I didn’t press her; I eventually stopped asking altogether.
I felt the lack of intimacy was putting a strain on our relationship and suggested marital counselling. In 2010, she quit her job to go into real estate and insurance.
I missed Elaine terribly and I wanted to spend some time with her when she got home, so I went to pick her up at the airport.