Every year for six years, Mary Turner Thomson would spend Christmas Eve at home in Edinburgh, children in bed, wrapping presents, fussing to finish the last bits for Christmas lunch and waiting for her husband, Will Jordan, to arrive.
“It was never ‘I’m not coming for Christmas’; it was always ‘I’m on my way’,” she recalls. “Every Christmas Eve he’d call to say ‘I’m in the car only an hour away’ and I was always just sitting waiting for him to arrive. Then something would happen that got him waylaid so I’d just have to do Christmas on my own again.”
Turner Thomson joked to her friends that Jordan was a workaholic. “It’s better than being with an alcoholic!” she would grin. “But really I was crushed inside every single time.”
Then one day she received a phone call from a woman asking: “Are you Mrs Jordan? I’m Mrs Jordan too.” And Turner Thomson discovered that her husband had been spending every Christmas 150 miles away, in Lancashire, with his other wife and their five children.
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