Remember to Forget Birthdays


Up until last Christmas, Evie had been kissed good night by no other than me except for the night her sister Tilly was born, when she was a few months short of turning 4,  and the night her baby sister Mia was born, when she had just turned 6. She is 7 years old.

Up until last Christmas, Tilly had been away from me only for a handful of hours and had never been put to bed by anyone but me. When her baby sister Kai was born she demanded Tom change her nappy and get her bottle of milk ready; she then read herself her favourite Christmas book, despite it being only the end of August, and put herself to bed. She is a few months short of turning 4.

To this day, baby Mia, almost 18 months old, has never been away from me for longer than an hour (a couple of times a week I allow myself the luxury of an hour at the gym).

Tom loves the girls. Always has. There is no denying his feelings towards them. But… he has never had any interest in taking care of them and certainly doesn’t try to see the world with their eyes. His relationship with them is about him: about what he needs, what he feels they should do, what he needs them to do, what his parents tell him he should do, what his work colleagues advise him to do.

Evie and Tilly will happily play the Wii or grab hold of one of his many electronic devices (iPad, iPad mini, iPhone 5, iPhone 3GS, Blackberry) when he’s around. Mia is heading in that direction too. I am not that nice: my phone is off limits (unless it’s a situation that requires it, like a hygienist visit: hand iPad to Mia and phone to Tilly in order to get the job done) and I limit their time in front of the tv or playing with any of that stuff.

They are also crazy about climbing all over him when he is lying on the sofa…

I made the huge mistake of only letting him do what he felt comfortable doing, from the day Evie was born. He was disgusted by nappies? He only got to change them in an emergency. He didn’t have the patience to spoon feed them? He wasn’t even invited at the kids dinner table. He needed to sleep so he could work the next day? He was never asked to do any sort of night shift. He got bored at the playground? I always tagged along so he could sit on a bench and get lost in his phone instead.

I always thought that one day he would realise, he would see that he wasn’t doing much with them or for them. That meant I had to do it all. And it made me angry to feel like I was invading his personal space, not caring about his personal need to wind down on the rare occasions when I needed an extra pair of hands. I learned to do it all, with the girls and with no help.

The only thing I didn’t do was bring home a pay check. That’s the “only” thing he did for us: he supported us, financially. Emotional and physical support are now being defined as always seeing the glass half empty. I had no right to complain about him not being there, because he worked for us. I had no right to complain about mention missing a hug (not a hug that lead to sex), not feeling any human touch or emotional connection: he was doing everything that was expected from him. I was simply “unsatisfiable”.

At Christmas he asked to have Evie and Tilly on his own with his mother (because the girls are sort of comfortable around her) for a few days so that they could go to Turin, where he works and “lives”. HE had the need for them to start having an image of him as a dad. HE had the need to prove that they would be fine all on their own, with him, without the overpowering controlling mother. He didn’t care that maybe for the first time 5 days were a little too much. He didn’t realise it all went ok because I prepared them. He wasn’t with us on the night we all got back to Nanna’s house and all they wanted to do was wear their fairy nighties and tell me all about their trip behind locked doors: they refused to leave our bedroom and wouldn’t allow Nanna or Pops to join us. He never heard Evie say: “it was ok, but I am not sure I wan’t to do this every year, I missed you and i hated them trying to comb my hair every day”. He never heard Tilly say that she is never going back unless I go too.

Little do they know…

Today I got a text in which Tom informs me that he would like to take the girls back to Italy from the 12th to the 19th of April. Mia is too small and in any case he would just hand her over to his mother. He expected an immediate approval so he could book tickets and sort out his holiday requests. I was fuming: the Easter holidays are almost 3 weeks long and he chose the week of Tilly’s 4th birthday. He knows birthdays are a big big deal for me: I don’t believe in not celebrating a birthday, no matter what the reason (too old, not in the mood, don’t care about them….). I texted back, demanding an explanation and making it clear that next year her birthday is with me, regardless of where Easter falls: her birthday will always be in the middle of the holidays.

He said we should talk, that there is no point in texting and that he doesn’t want to argue about everything.

Because… he didn’t plan it that way on purpose, he FORGOT all about Tilly’s birthday being on the 15th of April.

My phone’s battery died around 3pm today, I didn’t recharge it.


Words… Hard to forget.


“If you had put the same effort and intelligence you used to find out about this possible affair into our relationship … our relationship would be flying high right now…”.

“You are a spoilt brat. You don’t love me. You are just behaving like a child who wants a toy back just because that toy has MAYBE been taken away. You are used to getting your own way. You have no clue about what you want, but you want to have it all your way”

“You don’t love me. I don’t believe, I really don’t believe that from now onwards you are going to accept living by my standards, which means following me and moving at a snap of my fingers”.

“You should have kept me close to you. If you suspected I was having an affair you should have come flying to me (uprooting the family, only to find that he WAS effectively having an affair)”.

“MAYBE if our relationship is on the rocks it is 51% my fault. Because maybe I made a mistake. But you are responsible for the rest”. (says the one who has been hiding a relationship with another woman for a whole year!).

“You shouldn’t have sent me that aggressive email. If you found proof you should have questioned me about it. Not asked me to stay away from the home and my daughters on a week end I had planned to be here”. All i wanted was a bit of space. Because I have been under shock ever since discovering the affair wasn’t “just an affair”: we are talking about a full on relationship, and all I wanted was a bit of calm and serenity. Besides … I have only been enquiring whether you are having an affair for the past 3 months… to the point where I’ve been accused of being paranoid on more than one occasion…

“My mistake in our relationship was to let you be a perfect mother. I should’ve just brought home a random babysitter and told you this was the person looking after our kids, regardless of the fact that one or the other was a newborn, breastfed, had separation anxiety or hardly ever slept”.

“I spoiled you. I let you make choices”.

“You are my wife. I should be the centre of your universe”.

“I need to be able to make you happy. At all times.”

“There are normal jobs out there. You should not aspire to a special job. Just a normal job, so that whenever my job requires me to move my company can relocate you. I could hire you in my Marketing Team any time” (I have no experience in marketing, and never had the desire to work in marketing either … but that doesn’t matter, because I would have been easy to place).

“You are my wife. You can’t just decide something for yourself”.

“You are not willing to work day in day out to reach your goals. Because there is a whole world out there, and that’s where you need to be”.

“We are incompatible. We always have been. I am ambitious and you have always known it. And I thought you understood and accepted my way of being. The problem is that you also need personal satisfaction, to be a person in your own right. And this clashes with my needs”.

“You are alone because you want to be alone – you live in your own world. My world is the real world. The work world. Where people make the world spin round. And make money to support your bubble world” (up until having my kids I used to earn as much as him, if not slightly more…).

“You… you … you ….”. 

(I have no clue what his role is in this break up. What mistakes he made. Where his responsibility lies, if any… and I doubt I will ever know… that’s right … it must’ve been ALL me!