His fist came flying into my face, splitting my lip open Hearing the doorbell, my stomach fluttered with excitement. ‘Hello there!’ I smiled, opening the door to my boyfriend Alan Brady, then 31.
It was March 2013. We’d met through a dating app nine months earlier.
But the thrill of seeing him hadn’t dimmed one bit.
A single mum of four, I couldn’t believe my luck.
Tattooed, funny and confident, Alan was gorgeous.
‘I’m in love with you,’ he said later as we danced like teenagers round the kitchen.
I thought I might explode with happiness.
‘I love you, too,’ I gushed.
Thankfully, Alan got along famously with my kids Jade, then 16, Charlie, 9, Rico, 6, and Riley, 3.
But some of my friends weren’t so sure.
In time,…
