After a relationship breaks down, it can be hard to imagine ever putting yourself back out there again. When my second marriage ended in June 2008 after two decades together, I was ready to give up on love for good.
By then I was in my mid 40s and was a mum to Lauren, then 27, Liz, 26, Rob, 25, and Jake*, 21. I had grandchildren too and, working as a recruitment director, I resigned myself to being single, and just focusing on my family. But it didn’t stop the loneliness creeping in, especially of an evening when I longed to have someone to snuggle up to. And of course, I missed the intimacy. After all, I was still young and wasn’t ready to give up on my sex life just yet.
