WHAT IT’S REALLY LIKE BEING THE SECOND WIFE
On meeting my latest boyfriend John, a bright, articulate civil engineer, for the first time, my mother was less than ecstatic. ‘What do you think of him, then?’ I asked eagerly as soon as he had said his goodbyes.
‘DIVORCE CARRIED A STIGMA’
‘Well, if you’re satisfied with used goods,’ she sniped. My mother has never taken prisoners. John’s ‘problem’, in her eyes, was not just the 14-year age gap – he was 46 to my 32 – but the fact that he had been married before. Even though he was sporty, solvent and charming, back in the
