I guessed it was my job to listen. She arrived at a café I had suggested, she sat down and began to unburden herself.
A sad, disconsolate story. She was in the throes of breaking up with her husband of not much more than a year. She had had a child with him, and another child with another man before.
She admitted that she had entered this latest relationship and this marriage with the full hope that this latest man could step up to replace the previous father.
This triggered me.
What exactly was wrong with the previous father? I didn't ask. This wasn't the time and it wasn't the place.
