My dad had
an affair with his
21-year-old secretary.
He regretted it
almost immediately when she
started standing on bridges
and threatening suicide should he
go back to
or pay maintenance to
his wife and three
very young daughters.
Disgusted, my mother
refused to have him back. The spineless man
was then marched up the aisle,
vasectomy reversed, child produced. Anti
depressants ensued, along with
the loss of any meaningful
relationship with his
previous three daughters.
He currently works
long hours with a
serious heart condition to
support his wife and her
expensive horsey hobbies.
Meanwhile my mother
grew strong, witty and
wise. His daughters all
suffered. The lure of
a youthful admirer!
More fool him.
Taken from a Guardian article on readers’ experience of divorce on the 9th February 2011. Submitted by Marika Rose.
Verbatim Poetry 