This time last year, I thought I was happy, at least as happy as I was ever going to be. Little did I know that things would come to a head and that by the middle of January my marriage would be hanging by a thread. Weeks went by were the husband and I didn’t talk to one another unless it was related to the practicalities of parenting; who was going to do the school run, bath-time, take him to the park.
Even thinking about that period now is painful and brings tears to my eyes. How close I came to losing my family, it pretty much broke me because it wasn’t something I wanted and yet it felt at the time like the only possible solution. I just couldn’t see how things could work out and for us all to be happy.