Let’s call her Frenchy. So, I ended up spending about a year living between Adelaide and Paris at the time thanks to my employment, which allowed me such flexibility, and I was learning French from a basic level, so communication with her family was a major hurdle. In true French style her dad and I drank a lot of wine and had many a DnM during this time and this helped a lot.
Whilst in Paris, a lot happened with my family at home and a major red flag appeared, which I ignored in the pursuit of my own fairy tale love story.
My mother got sick and passed away, and now see how I was emotionally manipulated to remain in Paris instead of flying back to Adelaide for my mother’s funeral, because Frenchy would miss me too much if I left. There was a lot of crying, and attachment issues that came up, and I stayed.
