TRUE-LIFE
Licking my lips as the scent of creamy carbonara sauce filled the air, my tummy rumbled appreciatively.
It was August 2022, me and my partner Olivia, then 49, had gone out for dinner with some pals.
'You look happy,' Olivia smiled as we sat down.
I laughed.
'Because we're going on holiday tomorrow!'
We were off for a few days camping with my son from a previous relationship, Mason, then 15.
I couldn't wait.
Working two jobs as a teacher and counsellor meant life could be stressful.
A trip away was just what I needed.
Sinking into my chair
