So, where were we? Three kids. Two serious relationships down. A rape I hadn't properly processed. A neighbour who had terrorised me and my family. Enough emotional baggage to fill the boot of a car. And still, somehow, absolutely no fucking clue what was coming next. By this point, my sons' dad and I had admitted our relationship was over. And once again, I was trying to work out what life looked like afterwards. But this time, the next man who came into my life wasn't some

By this point, my marriage had become a very strange kind of lonely. We were still married. Still living together. Still raising children under the same roof. But somewhere along the way, we'd stopped really being husband and wife. We were just two people who happened to live in the same house. And sometimes? We barely even did that. Twenty Minutes With Your Wife When I started working at the care home, there were days when my husband would be coming home from work just as I

When I look back at the end of my marriage, there's one person woven through almost every part of it. My friend. She knew everything. And I mean everything. The arguments with my husband. The drinking. The Xbox. The loneliness. Valentine's Day. Me leaving. The temporary flat. The breakdown with my oldest daughter. The arguments over the holiday. The things I was being told my sister had said. The messages from my family. The voice notes. The screenshots. If somebody sent me s