I’m pushing forty, from the midwest but have been living in Paris for the past six years where my three-year-old son was born.
Actually, there was about a one year period of time that I wasn’t in France. I voluntarily took a layoff package, moved everything I owed to Ireland to be with my son’s father because of promises of a happily ever after. Mr. Smug treated me as the cleaning lady, babysitter and the cook from the day I arrived but not as a partner in life and love. So I left.
I’ve recently returned to France with no job, an expired work visa (hopefully in the process of renewal), a very stressed, sad preschooler who no longer understands french and is mad at me for taking him away from his daddy.
I never married my son’s father but I was married once for a short time right after University so I am divorced and also a mom.