Prologue: When your ex hooks up with a Bond girl
Yep, that was awesome.
Two weeks before my 40th birthday, the wheels unexpectedly fell off my marriage. This is the story of how I got both those wheels and ‘me’ back.
Hiya, I’m Cathrine.
I’m an English, curly-haired Capricorn. A publicist by trade, who never leaves the house without a red lip. I’ve called Sydney home for the past 21 years after moving from the UK in 2000, in part on the advice of a horoscope column. I’m a self-confessed oversharer whose only filter is the one I use on my Instagram photos.
Google me and you’ll discover I was married to former rugby league player and TV commentator Andrew Johns. Actually, don’t google me, as there are a whole host of horrendous photos on offer – and a reminder that I really should have grown my pencil thin eyebrows out ahead of our wedding!
Despite what you may have read about our marriage – and, well, what you will read in this book, too – this isn’t a rant about men or my ex, or marriage in general. I loved being married, I love being in love and despite this particular one not working out, we managed to create a perfect human together and not bugger that up, so hey, things aren’t all that bad.
But this is the book I wish I could have read when my marriage went tits up.
I wanted to read a book about other people in a similar situation to me and I wanted to know it got better. There is life after divorce, I promise, and laughter and tears and disastrous first dates and more vodka than soda and, best of all, happiness. This is not a self help book – I am still in therapy – but I do hope it’s helpful to someone else.
It’s a book about me, how I ended up married to one of Australia’s most famous sportsmen and how I’ve tried to get over a very public marriage split without breaking down (too much) in public. And no, despite what Chris Martin and Gwyneth Paltrow managed to achieve, there certainly wasn’t a scrap of ‘conscious uncoupling’ in our separation…
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