Children’s laughter filled the hospital ward. Paul, a fellow mental-health nurse where I worked, was up to his old tricks, pulling faces and telling silly stories to entertain the kids.
I’d worked with Paul, 37, for three years. His special quality was making children laugh - even if they’d been through something traumatic...
And he was always doodling, drawing hilarious caricatures of everyone.
‘Watch out, I’ll draw you soon,’ he’d tease.
He began to show less interest in me and the children We were good mates, enjoyed great banter.
Then, one evening in early 2007, we all went out for drinks after work. That night, everything changed.
Before I knew it, Paul and I had fallen for each other.
With two kids, Scarlett, 4, and Charlie, 9, from my previous…
