They had a child, and another on the way, so although there was an instant attraction he was off-limits.
I also expected regular phone calls when we were apart.
Naively, I imagined that when he took them on holiday or away for the weekend, I’d talk to him every day.
There was one little problem, however, and that was that James already had a wife.
Now, before we all get our panties in a bunch, before I get labeled the heinous man-stealer, let me toss out a few more details: James’ wife was on the cusp of no longer being his wife. But to quote Olivia Newton John in her star turn in “Grease,” What I mean to say is that over the course of those 10 hours I couldn’t knock the feeling – despite all those red flags – that James and I might still be a good match. Which brings me to now, two years into our relationship. In this day and age, the briefest jaunt through Facebook reveals significant portions of who this woman is: What she looks like, what parts of herself she likes to advertise.
Many of his fears about starting a family with me arise from his failings in his previous relationship.