Building our idyllic life. 2000 – 2007
My mum had died a year before Rich and I became a couple and I had given up my career of nearly twenty years to spend time with Tom, who was seven at the time; death and illness tend to be the biggest lessons that life sends us – reminding us that material things are not everything – if only we would all listen sometimes.
Despite the fact that Rich was a courier and on a low wage , or that I did not work, we worked so well together as a team.
We had been living in my home that I had from my previous marriage, but now that I had married Rich I had to sell it as part of the divorce settlement and move into a rental property. Although we struggled for money, as all people do, we were invincible, we always pulled together.
Rich wanted to support Tom and I; it was important to him to provide for us. But it was important to me to own my own house again, and to do this I had to return to work. Rich worried that he could not give me what I wanted, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to give you your dream” he had once said, but I was not prepared to give up; six months after we married I went back to work full-time in a very stressful job, and Rich got a different more reliable and stable job in a factory where he worked so hard there that he was promoted and taught to drive fork lift trucks, enabling him to earn more money.
We both worked hard to save our deposit and get our feet back on the property ladder. It was only thanks to a close friend of my mum’s that we were able to achieve this because she allowed us to buy her house at a lower price than market value, and live in it rent free for five months to help us save; and I will always be grateful to her.
In 2001 I changed my job, and worked closely with my boss James; there was only he and I in a small office and because of this I would talk about him often when I came home. I can remember my friend saying “You need to be careful you talk about James a lot”.
“It’s only because I work so closely with him” I said.
“Yes, but you sing his praises all the time, and you are making Rich feel insecure.” She said.
I laughed. “Don’t be stupid, I love Rich, he knows that.” I said. And I did love Rich more than I could ever say. What I didn’t realise was that Rich couldn’t believe that.
How do I get through one night without you
If I had to live without you
What kinda life would that be
Oh I need you in my arms, need you to hold
You are my world, my heart, my soul
If you ever leave
Baby you would take away
Everything good in my life
And tell me now
How do I live without you?
I want to know
How do I breathe without you?
If you ever go
Songwriters: Diane Warren
How Do I Live lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Realsongs