Double baby bombshell
I discovered my wholesome man was sowing his wild oats
As I fussed with my hair in the mirror, nerves fluttered in the pit of my stomach.
‘Here goes nothing,’ I muttered, pulling on my coat.
With one last glance at my reflection, I set off to the pub to meet my blind date.
I couldn’t quite believe I was going through with it.
But when my mum Julia, now 55, had passed me the number of a local farmer she’d met while horse-riding, I’d been intrigued.
‘His name’s Andy,’ she’d said. ‘He’s a lovely lad, you two would get on so well.’
It was January 2011, and I’d been a single mum to my twin boys James and Lewis, then 5, for a few years.
I was usually far too busy to meet anyone, but I did miss being in a relationship,
So, I’d decided to give Andy a chance.
We messaged on Facebook for a few weeks.
Andy Workman seemed warm and friendly.
So we’d arranged a date.
And as I spotted him for the first time, waiting outside the pub, I couldn’t help smiling. He’s gorgeous! I thought. ‘Nice to finally meet you,’ Andy grinned, kissing my cheek.
The butterflies fluttering in my stomach went into overdrive. We hit it off straightaway. The conversation flowed as we laughed and joked.
By the end of the night, I felt like I’d known him for ages.
‘I’d love to see you again,’ Andy smiled.
I’d intended to play hard to get – leave him hanging for few days.
‘I’d like that,’ I beamed as we said goodbye.
After that, we became pretty much inseparable. Our relationship blossomed – and a few months later, I introduced Andy to the boys.
They adored him as much as I did.
As an agricultural farmer, Andy was great at coming up with fun outdoor activities for them.
He had the kids in stitches as they all happily splashed around in the mud. I’ve struck gold, I’d think. And Mum was chuffed to bits.
‘I knew you’d make a good couple,’ she grinned.
Andy stayed over quite a bit, but he didn’t move in.
He told me he didn’t want to leave his mum alone at home.
Then, in June 2015, a few happy years after our first date, I started to feel sick.
So I decided to take a pregnancy test.
My jaw dropped as I stared at the blue lines.
Andy and I had barely talked about having our own kids, so I’d no idea how he’d react.
Pacing the hallway that evening, I waited anxiously for Andy to get back from work.
The second he walked through the door, I blurted out the news. ‘I’m pregnant,’ I said. To my delight, Andy broke into a huge, beaming smile.
‘That’s great news,’ he grinned. ‘We’ll be a proper family now.’
I was so happy, couldn’t wait for our baby to arrive.
At my 20-week scan, we found out we were expecting a little girl.
With two boys already, I was thrilled.
I started preparing for her arrival, buying tiny pink sleepsuits and stocking up on nappies.
But as I grew closer to my due date, Andy seemed to become distant.
He was working longer hours on the farm and became secretive around his phone.
A seed of doubt was planted in my mind and it continued
As I spotted him for the first time, I couldn’t help smiling
to grow as the time passed.
‘Things are just really busy,’ Andy shrugged when I questioned him.
‘I’m needed at the farm – plus we need money for the baby.’
I couldn’t argue with that. Maybe it’s my hormones playing havoc with my emotions, I told myself.
Andy was working hard for our growing family, after all.
But when baby Ellanore was born in March 2016, Andy was still really off.
Though he was every inch a doting dad when he was with Ellanore. He adored our beautiful girl from the moment he laid eyes on her.
Watching them play together made my heart swell.
The boys loved Ellanore, too.
Our little family felt complete and I’d never been happier.
But just three months later, in June 2016, my blissful bubble was well and truly popped.
One evening, once we’d got Ellanore off to sleep, Andy and I snuggled up on the sofa to watch a film.
Only, he suddenly got up and walked out of the room.
He seemed tense, on edge. But when I asked him what was wrong, he clammed up.
The next day I was still feeling worried about it.
Then, that morning, a text from Andy pinged on my phone.
I need to tell you something, it read. But you’re going to hate me for it.
I felt physically sick as I read his words. Did I really want to hear this?
But my instincts took over,
and I shakily typed out a reply. Who have you slept with?
I desperately hoped Andy would tell me I was being silly, that of course he hadn’t cheated on me.
But his next message floored me. It’s worse than that...
A text pinged. he wanted to tell me something...
T ears slipped down my cheeks as I read on... She’s pregnant. I’m so sorry.
Pregnant?! In a heartbeat, my whole world collapsed around me. I felt numb. Then angry. You’re a coward. Come home and tell me this to my face, I wrote.
To my surprise, Andy returned with his tail between his legs.
He admitted he’d been cheating on me.
Throughout my entire pregnancy.
He’d been having an affair with a woman he’d met through friends.
Bile rose in my throat as Andy told me that he’d found out she was pregnant just three days after I’d given birth.
And his excuse for keeping quiet? He didn’t want to risk upsetting me when I had a new baby to look after. ‘Rubbish!’ I spat. Ellanore was happy, healthy – and she had been born over three months ago by now.
‘You’ve had plenty of time to tell me since then,’ I cried.
He’d clearly just been too much of a coward. ‘I’m so sorry – I regret everything,’ he said. But I wasn’t buying it. ‘I can’t believe you’ve done this to me, to our family,’ I wept. Andy apologised to me over and over again. But his words meant nothing to me. I was devastated, and I knew I could never forgive him. But I needed more answers. So I decided to message the other woman. I’d managed to get her name out of Andy and then I found her on Facebook. She confirmed that she’d
been sleeping with Andy for months.
She said that she even knew about me – and that I was pregnant.
I was furious. Who did he think he was?
Horrified, I kicked him out there and then.
The other woman had a baby girl – just seven months after Ellanore was born.
She and Andy aren’t together any more, but I don’t know how it ended.
Now, Andy and I are civil for Ellanore’s sake, and he’s still in her life.
But I’ll never forgive or forget what he put me through.
We’re all better off without that philandering farmer.
I’m moving on with my life for good.
My lovely Ellanore