Steve sent ‘sexts’ the day he proposed, others while I was in labour… It’s when you’re not looking, that you meet someone special - at least, that’s what happened to me in June 2013. I’d not long got out of a relationship, so I wasn’t in the market for anything serious.
‘I just want a bit of fun,’ I admitted to a mate at the nursing placement I was doing.
Shortly after, on a night out, she introduced me to Steve, 27.
Tall, ginger, freckly, he wasn’t my usual type. But he had bags of confidence.
‘All right, gorgeous?’ he smiled, chatting me up.
He had a wicked sense of humour, too.
Steve and I went out a few times and, quickly, a bit of fun turned into something more.…
