When you know you’re going to meet your partner’s ex, it’s natural to feel apprehensive. Are they going to be prettier? Funnier? Will I feel jealous? But when David introduced me to a couple of his, I didn’t have any of those feelings, and perhaps that’s because they were men.
David and I got married in June 2000. I was five months pregnant with our first child together and couldn’t have been happier.
In fact, our whole relationship had been a whirlwind so far. We’d met just over a year before while I was working in a bank in Bournemouth. I was 34 and a divorced mum of three beautiful children, Chris, then 15, Daniel, 12, and Rachael, seven. David was a regular customer and ran his own quizzing