Clutching a picture frame of medals, Wayne Domeney’s voice boomed around the living room.
‘Look at these!’ Wayne, 44, said proudly.
It was August 2010 and, after just four months of dating my mum Cath, 42, Wayne had moved in.
An ex-paratrooper, he’d been in the Army for 23 years, and loved talking about it.
‘I had tea with the Queen at Buckingham Palace and I met Prince Charles,’ he boasted, pointing at a photo of him shaking the Prince’s hand.
Although I’d been upset when Mum and Dad had split the year before, I didn’t mind my new stepdad.
And everybody else loved Wayne, especially Mum.
‘He’s a war hero,’ Mum would grin proudly.
Wayne had retired,but Mum worked shifts as a warehouse operative. He’d often babysit, treating me…
