A CHILDHOOD DONKEY ride on a seaside beach; the odd clumsy attempt at pony trekking; an occasional day at the races… I’d never had much to do with animals of the equine kind. They scared me to be honest – all flying hooves, huge teeth, flaring nostrils and unpredictability. I’d certainly never connected horses with any kind of healing power but then what did I know? I’d never expected to find myself after 30-plus years of seemingly happy marriage, starring into an abyss no longer knowing what my future held.
In 2019, I discovered that my husband and the father of our three grown-up kids had been having an affair for more than a year. As infidelity goes, it was pretty standard fare, I guess: his lover was younger, fitter, more exotic than me. But there was an added twist. A sting in the spousal tail. My
