As my partner Jamie sunk down onto the couch next to me, I gave him a squeeze. ‘I love a bank-holiday weekend,’ he said.
It was August 2017, and Jamie and I were enjoying our first summer with our 8-month-old son, Tyler.
Jamie and I had met in 2008, when he was 28 and I’d just turned 18.
We’d fallen head over heels in love, and within weeks we moved in together.
We had so much fun, laughing and joking around at every opportunity.
But our relationship hadn’t always been easy.
We didn’t know him that well, only to say hello in passing Blessed with a son, Tommy, in 2013, he passed away at 7 days old.
I was an emotional wreck, but Jamie never left my side, supporting me…
