Seeing your ex-partner playing with your children messes with your head. Happy scenes of father and daughter bonding, rough and tumble with the boys. Oh, happy days…but is that enough? We all want the happy ending, the Sunday morning snuggles and joys that come with family life….that’s being offered to me on a plate so why am I so hesitant about taking even the smallest step back torwards the man I lived with for eight years?
Having cancer messes with your head. As does four and a half years of trying for a baby and three miscarriages. Hardly surprising I don’t know my reconstructed boob from my elbow….