Saturday, November 10, 2012

My wife left me for another man leaving me with a 13 year old son and a 12 year old austistic daughter. We were married for 17 years before officially going through the divorce.  Up till now, I am still feeling depressed and the question always arised... where have I gone wrong?

She left Singapore in 2007 for UK to study speech theraphy in the hope of helping my daughter.  After 2 years in UK, she had an affair and had her first child 2009 while she was there.  She confessed to me in 2009 and I wanted her to come back even though she had another man child.

I told her I forgive her and I do not mind taking care of another man child as my own.  I waited for her decision for 8 months and than she told me that she was pregnant again.  That was then I know that my connection and life with her has ended.

This is my life and till now I have not come to grip with the harden facts. I know that i have to let the past go and I have to move on.  Knowing what to do is always a not easy thing when it come to matters of the heart.

The Beginning

I have known my ex since we were studying in Murdoch University, Perth, Western Australia and that was in 1988.  She was my first love and up till now my only love.  Our marriage days were full of joys and with the occasional bickering. 

My than job calls for overseas attachement in the City of Wuhan, China.  I rememenbered that day clearly  We discussed and agreed that to have a better life, it will be good to experience life as an expat.  I left first in Feb 1997 and she followed me to Wuhan 6 months later.  Thats was when my son was conceived.

Time spent in Wuhan was not always a bed of roses.  Wuhan at that time was devoid of the comfort of the amenities which was taken for granted in Singapore.  Bread was a luxury that can only be obtained in the only 4 star hotel, butter was another item that was hard to come by and not easily obtained.

Eating out was cheap and at time was extremly oily and salty.  Most of the time we ate at home.  She was like the perfect wife, cooking for me.  Without the amenities of Singapore, we make do with what was available in Wuhan.  

Friday night was a time of eating out.  We explored the vaious restaurants in Wuhan. Western food was only available at the the than Ramada hotel, the only place that have bread and decent western food.  Luckily, both of us were not than fond of Western food. Friday and Saturday nights were mostly eating out in the various quaint local restaurants.

Saturday morning was a routine.  Doing marketing in the local market. I must say vegies and fresh produce were much cheaper than in Singapore.. Only setback was, Wuhan being in the central of China have an abundance of fresh water produces in the likes of fishes, shrimps and crabs.  Sea fishes were hard to come by and not that frest compared to those in Singapore. Fresh water fishes do have a muddy taste to eat and to someone who was used to sea fishes may take time to get accustomed to the muddy taste.

We always had nice kampong style or free range eggs and chicken which were much better in texture and taste to those reared in enclosed areas.  Vegietables were beautiful and at that time pretty organic. Eating in was always something that i look forward to considering the fresh produce and the different type of vegietables readily available.

Summer was always very hot in Wuhan, but the different types of fruits more than make up for the harsh Summers.  Grapes, peaches, apricots, black berries etc were readily available and at a fraction of the price in Singapore were like a god send.  Our modest apartment was always adorned with the fragrance of peaches. Peaches were beautiful sweet and fragrant. We loved the aroma of ripe peaches in our apartment. 

Shopping was cheap in Wuhan.  We found this reject shop that sells burberry shirts and other branded products.  This was in 1988 and burbery was not even in China yet.  We loved it.. Bought lots of burberry t shirts for RMB30 to 80.  We were in shopping heaven. Our wardrobe was Burberry from top to bottom. It was the best kept secret of ours.