Sinking into my bed, I stretched out and closed my eyes.
It was 6am, and after a long night shift at the bar where I worked as a manager, I felt knackered.
Thankfully, my little boy Archie, then three, was with his dad Tristan, 30, for the day, back in February this year.
We weren’t together, but we got on well and had a great co-parenting relationship, and Archie loved spending time with his dad – although I always missed him when he was gone. Tristan often took him to help out in the lorry yard where he worked, and Archie
