TRUE-LIFE
Singing Fleetwood Mac’s Dreams into the mic, I smiled over at my partner Justin, then 39, as he strummed his guitar.
‘You say you want your freedom,’ I crooned on stage at our local pub.
Me and Justin had always been musical.
I’d been 16 when we met, working at the pizza restaurant where he was manager, then 19.
We both loved rock ’n’ roll – those early days were full of music, laughter and love.
After our daughter Hannah came along in 1996, followed by our son Jack 16 months later, life got busy.
Justin and I became ships in the night as he cared for his terminally ill dad,
