TRUE-LIFE
The sun shone brightly in the blue winter sky as I ended the call on my phone.
It was 2014 and I’d been talking to my husband Mario, who was away, working.
As we hung up, I had just one thought on my mind…
I want a divorce.
And actually, I couldn’t believe I’d left it this long.
I’d just moved to Barcelona in 2005 when I met Mario, a doctor, at a bar.
We married in July 2007 and our son Cesar arrived two years later.
I loved being a mum, but Mario wasn’t interested in nappy changes or peekaboo.
