Dreaming of a quiet and orderly life, Sophie marries at the age of 25 whom she considers the man of her life. But what it takes to blow up all her beautiful arrangements is a simple meeting … In an interview with ELLE, the young couple are back at a significant stage in their lives.
“Everything looks perfect. My life seems to be mapped out, just like my parents and grandparents. I spent my childhood in a small provincial town in northern France, and at the age of 18, I moved to Switzerland to study as a physiotherapist. Quickly, I fell in love with Victor, a promising field hockey player, in the race to be selected for the Olympic Games.
Once I graduated, Victor left Switzerland and settled with me in France. We will buy a house and then a dog. He’s handsome, an athlete, we share the same passion for hockey and sailing. He coached my team and reunited nicely with my family. I have two younger brothers and a sister, a very tight family we call. My mother thinks Victor is her third son. It’s all box tick.
Seven years after we met, we decided to get married. Even if the emotion of the first day dies, this reunion is obvious. I tell myself that the perfect man does not exist. I want to start a family, so all I have to do is say yes. Looking back, I think I didn’t ask myself the right questions. Social pressure is strong in the provinces. Of a fantastic nature, I invest myself thoroughly in the preparation of the ceremony. I don’t pay attention to the warnings of my mother who tries to warn me. “Sophie, do you really want to marry her?”
She doesn’t want to have children, and you, it’s your dream … “she finally whispered in my ear. The long awaited day is coming. A real princess wedding, more than two hundred guests, big ones small meals. This is the most beautiful day of my life. Four months later, we flew to Guadeloupe for our honeymoon. We plan to spend a week at Club Maid for windsurfing, then a week of high seas travel. Unfortunately, the wind is not there Regardless, there are always a thousand and one things to do at Club Maid, right?
This time, that’s not the case, and Victor is silent in his corner. Our honeymoon got off to a bad start. Let’s pray the second week on the sailing boat is a little better. Once on board, the newlyweds that we only benefited from the double cabin. A nice attention from the captain. Just as we were about to weigh the anchor, two young men came running with their wheel suitcases. Two small single Parisians, medical students, very well dressed, but do not have a “burqa” look. I take them a little higher, but very quickly, I am attracted to Alban.
This intense feeling, I already felt it a few years ago, when I was already in a relationship with Victor. But it did not go beyond a general attraction. Even though I talked to him about it, he understood and didn’t hold it against me. I know I shouldn’t fall into the trap anymore. I scan Alban from all angles, looking for the best fit for me. She has a little belly, where my husband’s body is. No matter how much I concentrate, I find nothing but this little extra weight. On the other hand, it combines the qualities in my eyes.
She loves photography, cooks well, travels a lot, takes her own life, loves a job, she wants to be a cardiologist, she saves lives … a moonlit evening, the atmosphere is festive, and Victor, a little naughty, moves to our cabin Likes. I’m drinking coconut rum while dancing at the table with Alban. I feel very good. With the exception of a few touches, we avoid any gestures that are too close. But I feel the attraction is reciprocal.
Suddenly, my life jumped on me as a low-level provincial life. I rewind the last seven years of my life. It’s clear: the future awaits me with Victor is not made for me. On the other hand, what I can share with Alban makes me dream. The week on the boat is over, we exchange our numbers promising to contact us again.
€ 16 for two glasses?
Three weeks later, a field hockey match in Paris gave me the unexpected opportunity to reunite with Alban. To get to the bottom of this I have to see him again in the darkness of Paris. Will it keep my heart pounding or is it just holiday flirtation? He offered me to stay with him on the weekend of the tournament. When we traveled, I would share my hotel room with my younger sister, since she plays on the same team as me. This time, I tell her to find another plan for the weekend. Many years later, I am still ashamed to disappoint him.
Alban takes me to the station and takes me to a healthy restaurant for dinner as I like them – although it is more steak, fry and a glass of bacon. We continue the evening at a bar, drink caipirinhas. I have the impression of discovering life. With Victor, we rarely go out without a rare dinner with friends. The world of night suddenly opens up in front of me. I have no idea about the Parisian price and I remember asking the bartender if he was joking when he asked me for 16 euros for two drinks.
It shows how much I am anchored in my little provincial life. “Welcome to Paris!” I feel boundless energy. It will be the best hockey game of my career. The weekend is over. I take my TGV back to my province.
As the days go by, my stomach gets bloated, I don’t eat anymore, I don’t taste anything anymore. I think of Alban and send the last thank you card for my wedding. Such a waste! With Victor and a group of friends, we planned a week of skiing in Kurchevale. I’m dying to cancel, but guilt stops me. I go there with a heavy heart. I spend my weekends exchanging messages with Alban on my phone. My friends notice it, but Victor sees nothing, or pretends not to see. I finally crack up and admit everything to my friends. Then to Victor. He broke down, promising to change me. But it is too late.
His efforts seem strange to me. We make appointments with the couple therapists. “I can help you get back together. But I can also help you separate …” Did he immediately realize that my story with Victor was over? Her conclusion, after a few sessions, will be clear: “Sophie, you have chosen your path, go for it now!”
In his lap I forget everything
I come from a very Catholic family, my parents help couples prepare for marriage. When I tell them I want to divorce just six months after my marriage, I start a domestic tsunami. I don’t even know if I really have a common future with Alban. Honestly, I don’t know this guy very well, I’ve only spent one weekend alone with him, but I’m willing to take the risk.
So on weekends, I work in my physiotherapy office and on weekends, I go to Paris to find Alban. We are slowly getting used to each other, and I am getting used to Parisian life. I appreciate the anonymity of the capital. My parents are remarkable, the whole town knows me, and I walk with my head bowed so as not to catch the eye of those who pass me by. In the case of Paris, this is clearly not the case. The relationship with my parents is tense now.
The bond I had with my sister was also broken. By severing his relationship with Victor, he loses not only his father-in-law but also his trainer whom he used to cherish. In Alban’s arms, I forget everything. We go out every evening, I go with him to a convention in downtown Chicago, we go to Seychelles… I travel, Parisian life, I discover restaurants… I realize how bad my relationship with Victor was. After ten years and three children, we decided to get married the following summer. One thing is for sure, we will not go honeymoon by boat!