Doing a food shop with your other half. It’s the most mundane thing in the world, right? But whenever me and my girlfriend Chloe, 34, trundled round Sainsbury’s together, I felt so lucky.
Because to me, ‘ordinary’ didn’t mean mundane.
It meant loved, happy. Safe.
Chloe was good at that. Making me feel safe, I mean.
And I needed that more than anything.
Me and Chloe had met at a pub back in 2011. Back when my trust in other people, particularly men, was in tatters.
‘I was sexually abused for five years when I was a little girl,’ I’d confessed to Chloe early on in our relationship.
She’d listened without judging as I’d explained my attacker had been jailed for what he’d done.
She understood, too, when I explained…
