Sally Eubanks, 52, knew she’d found a keeper just as she was about to say goodbye...
Waving at my husband as he stepped out of the front door, I felt so bittersweet about it all.
Heading out to another exotic location, Corey, 62, was going to be having the time of his life on yet another film set as an experienced stuntman.
It was something that we’d first bonded over after meeting in a bar back in 2001.
‘It must be dangerous,’ I’d told him all those years ago.
‘A few bumps and concussions along the way,’ he chuckled. ‘But nothing serious.’
In fact, Corey had convinced me to start my own career as a stuntwoman, where I even appeared as a stunt double for Edie, played by Nicollette Sheridan, in the hit show Desperate Housewives.
But recently, our similar careers had been pulling us apart, rather than pushing us together.
After giving birth to our twin girls, Tanner and Josie, in 2007, my job had taken a backseat.
However, the opposite had happened for Corey –his career had taken off.
Jetting off all over the world, he was consistently working on huge films. Sometimes, he’d even be away for months at a time.
And this was only another one of those frustrating times.
While Iwas happy for him that his career had reached new, amazing heights, I felt we were drifting apart.
Especially when Corey missed the girls’ birthday and holidays – such important family memories.
Plus, even when he was home, we’d find ourselves arguing and picking fights over silly little things –it just wasn’t like us.
With him away all the time, I even found myself questioning if he was having an affair.
And it wasn’t what I’d signed up for either when we tied the knot back in 2005.
So, after six years of marriage, I finally reached the end of my tether and kickstarted the process of getting a divorce.
‘Cut off communication with him completely,’ my lawyer told me. That’s alittle drastic, I thought. But soon I found myself in an even more chaotic situation, as me and Corey became locked in a bitter legal battle over custody of our girls and the house.
Dragging on for months, the entire process was so exhausting and soon, the extortionate legal fees had drained my savings.
Yet finally, in court, we were able to agree to a 50/50 split and a figure for child support.
However, it was only temporary until the divorce was finalised.
Months turned into years, yet we couldn’t come to an agreement. Dropping off the kids to Corey, I kept my lips sealed, staying in the car and never speaking to him.
Instead, I had bigger things on my mind –Iwas focusing on the
