Thirteen years later, I was happily dating and living with a very lovely Australian man named Guy in Sydney. He wasn’t the funniest man I had ever met, and he definitely did not resemble a clown, but he was intelligent, caring, and loving. It wasn’t heart stopping, crazy love at first sight at all, but he was very stable, very reliable—maybe a little emotionless but liked by everyone—and I hoped one day he would make a good father. I guess most women would say he was a ‘good catch.’
Until, that is, a horrific breakup, and I found myself alone, single and emotionally unstable, ten thousand miles away from my home in the UK. It all started to unravel when I returned to Sydney one January, after spending Christmas with my family and friends in the UK. When I had left for the UK, I really did have my life sorted. I knew where I was going and what I wanted, however boring that may sound now, looking back. Obviously, I lived ten thousand miles away from home, and I missed my friends and family more than words could ever say, but I was focused on getting married and having a family, just like all my friends around me were, and I knew both Guy and Sydney were a huge part of that plan. Nevertheless, when I returned to Sydney that New Year, my life turned upside down. How I got to that point I had truly no idea, and in no way did I see it coming in the slightest. ‘It’s like a blind turn on a highway: You can’t see what’s coming, so how can you prepare?’ — Piper Perabo.