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Divorce Because of the Neighbour

June 17th

Sometimes, I still cant quite fathom how it all unravelled. Twenty years together, from the first starlit walks through Oxford as students to the everyday rhythm of family life in Manchester. And yet, in one swift, senseless moment, I found myself packing up my life because of Rebecca. Not my wife Emily, but the woman from three doors down with a little boy always in tow and a smile at the school gates.

Just explain to me why out of all the women in the world, you picked her? Emilys voice echoed in my head. From me, to herwhy?

In every respect, Emily seemed unmatched next to Rebecca. And if I could point to some clichéRebeccas just bolder, freer, less fussyit mightve made sense to someone. But I couldnt. I didnt even have a proper explanation for myself.

How did it come to this, Will? You and Emily seemed so solid my mother and my sister said, followed by a chorus of old friends when news of the divorce began swirling through the family WhatsApp group.

We were, Emily would answer, with a gentle nod. But we wont be, not anymore.

Emily, think carefully before you leave a good man. He earns a solid wage, loves the children, and doesnt even *want* the divorce someone would mutter at her. That was always when Emily would quietly but firmly shut them all outonline, on the phone, and in person.

Colleagues who had once chatted warmly with her now only got a brisk nod and a chilly hello. Anyone who dared to dredge up pleasantries or offer unsolicited advice about giving Will another chance met with an earful.

The truth was, even I hadnt made sense of the affair. We had weathered it all: those lean years when we counted every pound, praying I could hold on to a steady job; chicken pox and broken bones; nights sitting up with our son Daniel and our daughter Alice. Two kidsfamily complete. House always tidy, dinner ready. Emily took care of herself, never treated me like just a walking ATM, always made time for useven after becoming a mother.

So what on earth was I thinking? To stray, and with whom? Not even someone youngerthat, at least, might have been explained away with the age-old jokes about midlife crises. No, my wandering heartor whichever part of me it wasled me to Rebecca, a divorced mum from the same crescent.

Just tell me, what did you see in her? Emily said, switching between laughter and tears when the truth came out and there was nowhere left for me to hide.

I just kept repeating, I dont know how it happened. No drunken misjudgement to blame; I was sober as a judge. There was just some pitiful mumblingme desperately asking to come home.

I never actually planned on leaving Emily or moving in with Rebecca. My naïve fantasy was that Id wander and then return, tail between my legs, back into the safety of my old life. That Emily would pretendbecause shed want tothat Rebecca never existed, that nothing had changed.

That might have worked, if Rebecca hadnt come round to ours one evening. Furious, she revealed she was pregnant, determined to drag me into a registry office and marry mepair me off as a father to her son and our new child.

Emily didnt believe her at first. How can you blame her, after twenty years of marriagewhen you know your spouses birthmarks and every old scar? Yet Rebecca, it turned out, knew the same, and that left little room for denial.

What surprisedand embitteredEmily was how some of the people around us seemed to take my side. Not just mutual friends, but even some of her old workmates, distant relativesfolk whod barely registered I was alive before. They all piped up: Emily, just forgive him. It doesnt matter. Save the marriage, pretend it didnt happen.

Emily refused to swallow it. She could understand my mother imploring her to keep the family together. My mum, seeing the pain Id caused and desperate for us to carry on for the children, even tried to push Daniel and Alice to beg their mum, in turnan act that felt both beneath her and exactly what I should have expected.

But why did anyone else care? Emily mused aloud: is it some crabs in a bucket thing, everyone wanting company in their own misery? She would never know, but she was firmshe wouldnt be manipulated.

Her father had drilled it into her, before he passed: Emily, if people accuse you of being selfish and tell you to put up with nonsense just because, dont listen. They want something from youdont let them make your sacrifices for their gain. Shed learned that lesson well.

Emily wasnt the only one, it seemed. Not long after our split, my mother rang her up, demanding the children unblock their grandma and keep in touch.

Daniel was away at his girlfriends, so Alice replied at dinner that evening. She just goes on and on about how we all need to be a happy family again, says everythingd be better with you and dad back together.

I told her once, twicenot to drag us in. She doesnt get it, so I blocked her until she figures out how to just be a normal grandma.

Emily thanked her, grateful that she wasnt buying into the familys chorus. Alice just rolled her eyes: Mum, Im not daft. Dad did what he did. If youd argued over somewhere to holiday? Fine, fix it. But cheating You cant just forgive that. And Dad knows it.

What did we expect, Emily and I? The questions never fully faded, but the answers proved elusive. How does a man whos been, for twenty years, the very model of a husband and father, suddenly become someone unrecognisable?

No, we hadnt been perfect. But Id never done anything like this before. Maybe it really was some kind of crisis: grey hairs, wild ideas, and suddenly Id blown it all up.

Five years on, the ghosts of my decisions, as Emily sometimes calls them, still live with me. Especially the lesson I should have learned long ago: If you ignore the walls youre breaking in your own home, one day you might be left on the outside looking inrealising a family lost for a moments foolishness can almost never be rebuilt. And that, I think, will haunt me more than any loneliness ever could.