After just a month of dating, he’d moved into my home in Durham. Some might say that was too soon, but we spent all our time together anyway, so it just made sense. I checked that Nigel was happy with this new arrangement, too — he and I were still close. 'I just want you to be happy,' Nigel told me — and I was.
Andy worked full-time as a factory worker, and I was a stay-at-home mum. Still, we ran the house as a team. If I cooked, he’d wash up, and we split the household chores and always made time for fun as a family, whether that was going to the cinema or eating out.
In October 2012, I fell pregnant, and Andy was so excited to be a dad. ‘We should get married and then we will be a proper family,’ he suggested after I told him the news.
Though my divorce was not yet final, we put a deposit down at our local register office. Our son was born in July 2013 and Andy doted on him.
But when I fell pregnant again later that same year, I noticed a change in him. He stopped being so helpful with the kids and spent hours playing his Xbox.
Packed his bags
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September 21, 2020