Reading Cassandra Thorburn’s post about her estranged husband Karl Stefanovic‘s career, an overwhelming sadness engulfed me.
Sadness for a woman who feels she has no choice but to force society to recognise the important but forgotten role she has played as a wife, a mother and constant support base.
Sadness for this woman – who was once also the star of her own professional life – who has experienced a misplaced sense of achievement for so many years, which she has only been able to enjoy on the sidelines in the form of congratulations for somebody else.
Sadness because so many women give up promising careers to raise children. Sadness, also, because this continues to be shamed by people who cannot understand the choice, nor the fact systems have failed to support new mums.
But more than anything, sadness because it reminded me so intensely of my own mother.