Within the first month after we got home with Georgia, Kennith had Kilimanjaro to climb and spent some time in Zanzibar. I was at home looking after a new born and a 3-year-old.
Clearly he got the better end of the deal. After the MBA Kennith’s horizons had shifted and he wanted to be challenged more at work, and his views on life also started to shift. He had definitely changed, in a good way. I think for him, he was also going through some fundamental changes in his life in terms of what was happening in his head.
While pregnant I had been approached with a job which was near to home and allowed me real flexibility – it was not hang challenging, but the idea of easy really appealed at the time.
When Georgia was 28 days old, I headed to work. We had a lovely Xhosa speaking nanny at the time, and she was really wonderful with Georgia – I also used to work flexi time, so it allowed me opportunity to pop in and visit with her when ever I wanted to.
I felt okay, I went to work, I chased around collecting kids and bringing them home and life sort of ticked by. The relationship between Kennith and I was limping by. I was focused on the kids, and he was out conquering the world.
At a birthday party we attended, a mutual couple we are friends with, announced that they were in the process of starting divorce proceedings . I always viewed my friend’s relationship as solid, and felt that if they could not make it who could? Definitely not us based on our present state of affairs.
It really sent me into a bit of a tailspin and I began insisting that Kennith and I start doing couple therapy – I was not sure it would work, and had no idea what it involved, but if I was doing something, then I was sure I would start to feel better. Things were pretty bad and we just did not know how to make it better.
Eventually Kennith agreed and we went along to couple counseling. I thought that we might have found a 3rd person who could fix us, because hell, we sure as well were so far down the line, that we could not fix ourselves.