When Mary Ann Kenny lost her husband, she hoped therapy or medication would help. But soon she was losing touch with reality – and panicking about what she might be doing to her two young sons
Mary Ann Kenny first met her husband in 2000, at a conference in Dundee. “It was a coup de foudre – ‘a bolt of lightning’,” the 60-year-old languages lecturer says with a smile. “We had finally found what had taken both of us a very long time to find.”
John was from Chester, Kenny was from Dublin, and the couple had a long-distance relationship until he moved to Ireland to live with her in 2008. “We had our two small kids, our lovely house, our friends; it just seemed like we had all our ducks in a row. It had taken a long time to get there – we had our kids a little bit later in life – but I felt that everything was perfect. Then John left my life just as suddenly as he entered it; one day he was there, then he was gone.”
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