MARELIZE’S STORY

He took my breath away when we met. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He touched me and I melted – do you know what I mean? I was obsessed with him. He ensnared me and I know it sounds stupid now but I was besotted and spellbound. We became inseparable.

A month or so later we got married. Although we went to the coast to a five star hotel for our honeymoon, we never saw the sea because we spent those two weeks in bed. It’s embarrassing now but that’s how it was. My family stood on the sidelines and shook their heads disapprovingly – old mense I thought. My friends stood on the sidelines and shook their heads sadly – sex starved jealous old maids (they were all around early twenties!)I thought.

After the honeymoon we went back to work during the day and home to sex at night and at the weekends. Of course we had the occasional fight but, the making up was always more than worth the upset.

A year or so later I came up for air and realised I knew very little about him. He was quite popular and had adoring acquaintances but I don’t think he had any real friends. Then I looked around and realised that mine had dwindled, because I had neglected them and treated them quite badly.

Another year passed and although the sex was still great, that’s all it was – just sex. I also realised that it wasn’t so frequent anymore. I knew then that I’d never been in love – but in lust instead.

Not long after that the doubts and suspicions started to clamour for my attention and on several occasions I caught him in extremely compromising situations with some female ‘friends’ of mine. One had her skirt up in the laundry room – her suspender belt needed fixing???? And, again in the laundry room, another had needed a hand with a bra strap and he was so handy??? Silly me – a few weeks later when he tried to have a ‘quickie’ with me over the tumble dryer in the laundry room it hit me what I’d actually interrupted. I tried to talk to him. I even mentioned divorce. He just laughed and told me I couldn’t resist him. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom and he was right – I couldn’t resist him.

One of my friends’ husbands was always there for me, always listened to me, always hung around attentively; so you can imagine how I felt when I walked into a very steamy sexual embrace between him and my own husband. Minutes later, with tops pulled down and shorts pulled up they tried to tell me that it wasn’t what I thought…but I just wanted to run to the door and shout ‘Next’. I called it quits.

The Specialist Divorce and Family Law team of Martin Vermaak Attorneys were recommended to me by a colleague at work. They had handled her divorce so well that she couldn’t say enough good things about them. They told me there was no shame in walking away and starting again. My slut of a husband had to agree. We were divorced around 10 weeks later. It was cheap at the price because now, at the tender age of 25 years I can take my time and make a whole new beginning.

Divorce was the best answer for me, it was painless and Martin Vermaak Attorneys made it so easy.

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