That’s how it was. It was an upheaval and it hurt, but in time it came to be ordinary. Eleni and Marion were never far away when I needed them. Michael was furious and then resigned and finally delighted to have acquired an additional parent, and I found that my jealousy was limited to competition for time and company, not for love. I had other relationships, but always circumscribed, always finite. It was rather a lot to ask of any woman that she compete with the nearby mother of my son, share the kitchen and the living room with her each week. Some managed it, others did not, but none ever stayed.