I was married for 24 years. Together, my husband and I raised four children and built a life through all the ordinary challenges of family, finances and busy schedules. We’d made it through the hard years, or so I thought. We talked about the next chapter even about buying a campervan. I believed we were forever.
When my marriage ended, it came as a profound shock.
Alongside the grief of losing a relationship, I faced something I hadn’t expected: learning how to be Andrea again. For years, my identity had been wrapped up in being a wife, a mother and part of a partnership. Suddenly I was navigating life as a single woman, rebuilding my confidence and trying to work out what I actually wanted for my future.
At the same time, I found myself entering the dating world for the first time in decades. If you’ve ever been in that position, you’ll know how vulnerable it can feel. Part of me was hopeful about finding love again. Another part was cautious and protective — I didn’t want to be hurt in the same way twice, and I became acutely aware of how little I’d really understood about relationship dynamics when I was younger.
