THE MAN I LOVED WAS A PAEDOPHILE
Calling my kids from the living room for dinner for the third time, I could tell they were completely ignoring me. They were having far too much of a good time glued to the TV, playing on the PlayStation with my partner Paul*, and though I should have been annoyed that their fish fingers and chips were getting cold, I couldn’t help but smile.
It was 2005, and Paul and I had been together for a few years since meeting as neighbours. A single mum to my two children, I wasn’t looking for a relationship, but Paul was friendly, kind and great with my kids, too, which was a huge bonus.
Paul was a dad himself and
