Walking down the aisle, I spied my man waiting for me at the end.
Smiling, my fiancé Jordan, now 29, watched as I made my way through the magical Alnwick Castle, dressed in a velvet burgundy gown on 28 September last year.
He looks so handsome, I thought, gazing at his suit.
Taking his hand in mine, we couldn’t stop smiling.
The thought of spending the rest of our lives together didn’t scare me – we’d already been through so much as a couple and it only made us stronger.
‘I now pronounce you husband and wife,’ the celebrant smiled.
Only, I never expected to have a husband.
After all, I never fell in love with a man.
Joining a LGBTQ+ WhatsApp group back in 2018, I wanted to find friends who I could relate to.
I’d been out as gay since I was 19 and had the support
