Walking into the home I’d shared with my husband of 31 years, the emptiness echoed. It was still brimming with evidence of my life with Shawn, and I’d never felt more alone. All I needed was his arms around me, but instead, I wandered from room to room, noticing the items he’d taken, and also the ones he’d heartlessly left behind, as though our relationship had meant nothing to him. It was March 2023, my marriage was over and I had no idea why it had all gone so terribly wrong.
‘I WAS SURE IT WAS SOME TERRIBLE JOKE’
I was 17 when I first met Shawn at a Shakin’ Stevens concert in 1988. A huge fan, I’d flown from my home
