Sleeping with the nanny stories

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By Sadie Nicholas for the Daily Mail. Many women joke about their husbands running off with a nanny or au pair - but for some it becomes a heart-breaking reality. So what does it feel like to be betrayed by the man you married with a woman living under your own roof? And what kind of man behaves in such a despicable way?

Here, in a startlinga scorned wife shares her despair, while her husband confesses Abigail Murphy, 38, is a project co-ordinator and mother-of-two from Farnham, Surrey. She says:. For the first time in my married life, I stretched my arm out to feel an empty space next to me in bed. It made me shiver.

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First came a deep pang of sadness, followed by a sudden burst of anger. Just days earlier, Ben had left me for another woman. And not just any woman, but our nanny of 15 months, who was And, worse still, I knew he was, at that moment, ensconced with her in her room just across the landing. Yes, he'd moved a few feet from our room to hers. You might think the fact I allowed such a thing to happen was the most surprising thing of all. But we have two young children - a six year old boy and a four year old girl - and the last thing I wanted was to cause a scene.

Your husband leaving you for the nanny is the kind of cliche you think will never happen to you.

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Even though I'd long had doubts about our relationship, I never thought Ben was the type to stray or betray me. When we first met 20 years ago - I was 18 and Ben 20 - it had been Ben who chased me. It was three months before I agreed to go on a date with him.

It was our shared love of music and gigs that brought us together. Within six months we were living together; a year later Ben proposed; and the year after that we were married and had bought our first home. We went on to have children: our son in October and our daughter two years later. But I must admit there were nagging doubts: I never had an overwhelming attraction to him. Although I loved him, I was never in love with him. I craved affection - but not from him. In Augustshortly after we had a holiday without the children in Prague, I advertised for a live-in au pair on the small website Gumtree.

Ben and I were both working hard - me as a project co-ordinator, he as an IT manager - and, ironically, we thought a live-in nanny would help us spend more time together. Anna applied with a lovely in which she explained that she was 21, a graduate and eager for an opportunity to live in England. We interviewed her over Skype and she arrived at our five-bedroom home a month later. She wasn't the stereotypical blonde au pair who makes most wives nervous.

She was slim and quite ordinary looking, with long red hair which she usually wore in plaits. Most importantly, she was fabulous with our children. Sleeping with the nanny stories taught my daughter ballet steps and would plait her hair before school. She and Ben shared an interest in music and went to gigs together, which I didn't mind. If anything, it took the pressure off me - ever since having the children I had been far too tired to stay up all night dancing.

The first hint they were more than friends came last December when all five of us took a day trip to Belgium and, suddenly, I felt like the outsider. I noticed a look from Ben to her as they sat in the front of the car that seemed loaded with affection. I was in the back, with one sleeping child each side of me. I sobbed silently. My instincts were right.

The very next morning Ben ended our marriage - by text message.

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Back home, I'd awoken to find the house empty. Ben had taken the children out. I couldn't believe it when I read his message: 'I don't love you any more, I don't think you love me either. I think we should end our marriage. Stunned, I re-read it several times, thinking it was a mistake.

Then I texted back: 'Is there someone else? His reply almost floored me. He said he was in love with Anna. I was furious. Yes, I'd had my doubts about our marriage, but Ben was still my husband - we'd been together nearly 20 years. And I had thought of Anna as a friend. The sting of rejection felt physically painful. I kept texting Ben, pleading with him not to do this, but he seemed resolute.

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I went to meet him and the children at the craft shop where they were buying Christmas decorations. We shared a sad, knowing embrace in the car park - that might sound weird but it was a sort of acknowledgement of an ending and all that had gone before. Bear in mind, I was still in shock at that point. Ironically, after years of recoiling when Ben offered me affection, suddenly I needed to feel his arms around me.

But we didn't get the chance to talk until the children were in bed that night. I was in denial and shock - and mindful of not causing a scene when the children were in the house. So when Ben suggested I stay with my parents nearby for a few days, I agreed. My parents had known for a while I'd been unhappy.

As I packed my bag, Anna came home - she'd made herself scarce during the day - and I followed her to her room. Again, I couldn't shout because of the kids, but she sat quietly on her bed wearing a look of shame as I hissed questions at her. How long had it been going on? Had they kissed or had sex? I pushed them each for answers but they were adamant they hadn't shared their first kiss until two days before when I'd gone to bed early. And I believe them: why lie when there was nothing left to lose?

Two days later, I moved back into our house. Why should I be the one to be separated from my children? By this point, I'd realised that part of me was relieved our marriage had ended. I was feeling stronger, more stoical. I told Ben I'd be keeping our bedroom and suggested he sleep on a camp bed in his office in the house. Instead, he brazenly moved into Anna's room the same evening and confessed they'd slept together in her bed when I'd left on the Sunday.

I was disgusted. Still, somehow, I managed to remain calm. We didn't explain to the children what was happening for another four weeks - until Ben and I had worked out that I would move out and he'd stay in our family home. As for them noticing Sleeping with the nanny stories unusual sleeping arrangements, Ben would get up before the children each morning and go into the bathroom so that they didn't see him leaving Anna's room.

We did that for four months before I found a new flat five minutes away. I didn't want to stay in the house with all the memories there. The children are too young to make much of it all and seemed content that they would have a new bedroom they could help me decorate, and that we were going to buy them a kitten to keep at my place. Why didn't I sack Anna and throw her out? Perhaps I've been extraordinarily charitable towards the pair of them, Sleeping with the nanny stories the simple fact is that I like her and she's been part of my children's lives for two years.

I know they adore her and she them. If she disappeared it would mean more upheaval for them. And In many ways it's easier that Ben fell for our nanny rather than, say, a work colleague I'd never met. At least I know Anna is terrific with my children.

Sleeping with the nanny stories

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