an excerpt from my new book and tv series Remembering Agatha

There’s a stage in a relationship when you know that it’s dying and it’s when you breathe out when they leave the room. You know you’ve stopped being the ideal they kissed on a mountaintop when they forget to ask how your day was or would you like a tea. When they no longer touch you with curiosity you will know for sure that the relationship is dying and that is when you start to die too. It happens slowly, like most irreparable erosion. First you don’t get out of bed for 3 days because you can’t imagine what it’s like to not live inside each other, then you travel the world arranging big dreams of a future together by whispering incantations into the wind about your magnificent love. You get back home with exotic adventures trailing behind you and set up a house in a favourite city. You buy a dog together and you can’t stop singing from roof tops. You go out to movies on Tuesdays and have Sunday breakfast in cramped trendy cafes together and become a regular couple at the local Thai hot spot at Saturday dinner time. Just when you think that your joy has reached it’s zenith, you create a whole lot of trophies from that love bond and give them a life-force and names. The thing is, those mini humans can’t imagine living without you either. It gets crowded in your heart chambers. Suddenly you start to compartmentalise your feelings for all these people that are suddenly tied to you because of that double-edged sword called love.

(tea break, plant some seeds, walk the dogs and where was i with this thread)11960197_10153562870786774_994037397679614924_n 1613936_10153562870826774_9088902577220441838_n 11990411_10153562876146774_6914223513024177442_n

Having children is such a beautiful nightmare. They offer such an accurate mirror of how far you’ve gravitated away from your own sense of spontaneity and wonder at the world that you vowed you would never let happen. Their very presence clips your ability to access such freedoms, for you are now in a constant state of hyper vigilance just keeping them alive. You acquiesce to the fact that your life, your choices are now inextricably linked to their needs and it will never be about you again for at least 20 years. You die to yourself and yet, what a beautiful death and therein lies the tragedy.
Something happens between two people in love when they create a child. It’s the start of the love triangle and someone is always feeling on the outer, usually the male for the first 3 months at least. It’s as if men don’t know what to do with their hands once they see how ineffectual the male body becomes in the face of taking care of an infant compared to the female. They find themselves for once without a visible power stronger than yours and they’re just floundering, temporarily lost in a sea of nappies and sleep deprivation and a deep panic that they’ll never have sex again. You’re no longer the goddess of his temple, but a sleep deprived wolf woman ready to rip the throat of anyone else trying to make your body theirs. You’re done. It starts there really, the separation. The need to cope with your new roles as Emperor and Empress to a kingdom that you accidentally started after nights of too much wine and deep kissing, is suddenly all consuming. You try to work out how you’re going to rule this world that you’ve made together and the only guidebook is the way you were raised yourself and you’re gonna run like the wind from that. But that guidebook is in your cells, it’s genetic and you become what you vowed you would never be. Those quiet incantations in your childhood bed that you will never become an adult like them are suddenly obliterated in the face of biology, of osmosis and also midnight panic attacks of HOW DO I GET THIS CHILD TO SLEEP! You are now parents and the role of lovers has been cast aside for comfort clothes and collapsing on the couch like zombies to watch reruns of a show that you can’t believe you’re watching. In this role, you start to see sides of each other that you never knew existed. The very thing he loathed his father for, he becomes, only worse, while you see your mother’s hands in everything you do, her impatience bubbling up directly after making a tray of cupcakes for you. The next 10 years are spent trying to make up for 6 years in total of no sleep and around the clock nursing and the only erotic fantasies you have involve sleeping alone.


11 thoughts on “an excerpt from my new book and tv series Remembering Agatha

  1. Oh Emma – it truly is like a double bladed sword, which seems so inevitable… I fear more and more that I never want to come close to picking one up… Time is ticking, no choice really xxx thank you for your heartbreakingly beautiful read xxx

  2. You put into words my reason, when people, (mostly men) are skeptical of my single hood. Like there is something wrong with me because I’m female and chose to be free. I’ve had most of the things in this article occur in relationships even without children. I’ve seen my friends go through exactly what you write about. Thank you so much for your words. You have no idea how much they mean to me at this moment in time 💕

  3. Although… Being a single Dad my experience as a parent is very different, much still rings true. Having both roles to play in my Sons life made me very overprotective at times, not having anyone to talk things over with when decisions needed to be made, but I have enjoyed it all very much. Aaaaaaaaaaand…. Whenever I’m was in doubt, my beard would step in and help me through.


  4. …and you have my life there..glaringly vivid and inadequate for everyone to see..The most beautiful times of heart rending love for my children,slowly giving them the person I am/was,as greedily they take it/me,as all good children do..
    But now!..they’re leaving,it’s their time to shine. And god knows I’ve helped them to find their individual shines..
    I don’t know who I am now..
    That woman’s not needed in the same way..People say “embrace” the time. But I’m not the same woman ..I’m empty ..I removed myself to make room for them all..(note to others,don’t do that it’s not a good idea..) Anyway the male presence soon gets fed up,wanders off to find the woman you where before you gave life to his children “you were different then”..
    Maybe it’s a second stage of life,I’m not really sure. I just know that I’m here. Xx

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s