Hiding in my bedroom alone, I desperately fought back tears. I’d just got off the phone with my son, and the news he’d told me had hit me harder than I ever expected it would. His dad, my ex-husband, had passed away. I’d been separated from him for 18 years and had been happily married to someone else for 11. So why was I feeling such raw emotion, as though I’d lost a huge part of myself?
I first met Georges Kalaitzakis in 1973 when I was 20 years old and he was 27. I’d joined the ballet company where he was a stagehand and we got along brilliantly. We had our daughter Natalie in 1977. But when
