Mandy Carmody, 51, Sheffield
Laying down my knife and fork on my plate, I gazed at my boyfriend Mark.
Enjoying fish and chips with him in the local pub, I was happily basking in the glow of our new relationship.
‘That was delicious, ’ I grinned to him.
‘I’ll go and pay, ’ he smiled.
A good meal, a good night and a good man.
I could get used to this!
It was June 2019, and although I’d just got together with Mark McMahon, we’d known each other since we were kids.
Growing up nearby, our families were friends. He’d even gone out with my sister years ago.
Always laughing and joking, Mark was the life and soul of the party.
But he had a sensitive side, too, was protective…
