Growing up, I always gave my dad Steve, 59, a hard time. Stubborn, I’d dig in my heels at any opportunity.
‘It started at birth,’ Dad would laugh. ‘When you refused to come out the right way!’
I’d been a breech birth, you see.
Dad started getting stomach cramps, took two days off work... The youngest of five, I was a tomboy. If I wasn’t throwing a ball around with Dad, I was in our barn, one of my favourite places, feeding our pets - rabbits, pigs, dogs, cats, and chickens.
Dad ran his own insurance company, so we had nice life.
He was a hard worker, put his family first.
So when I started dating someone a little flaky at school, he didn’t approve.
‘He’s not good enough for…