So where did it all begin? Let me take you back to July 2000, when I'd just left my first husband after 10 years (3 married). I was working in a hospital for detained offenders and had developed a great friendship with Him (my now husband). He was married to Cruella and the boys were just 3 and 1 yrs. Fast forward to December 2000.... We were on a staff night out and shared a very drunken kiss. It's not my style to kiss married men and I'm not proud of my actions, but put into perspective (it's not the time or place to discuss the complexities of his marriage to Cruella, but lets just say happy families they were not) I am not a home wrecker!
So hit the fast forward button.. not too much.. to January 2001. I get a telephone call from Him asking me to go and pick him up from work. Intrigued I drove to 25 miles and found him stood in the shadows with a ruck sack and a look on his face that I will never forget. As he gets into the car he tells me to drive - anywhere! This is when the bomb shell hit, he had officially ended things with Cruella (I say officially as she had been messing him around for a while). I don't think it helped when he told her he was in love with someone else. Boy did he take a giant risk - one drunken kiss and he was in love with me!
We drove around for a while, mostly with me just swearing at Him asking him what the F he had done.
Many hours later we decided to go to my new (derelict) house and stay there for the night. On the films things always look better in the morning don't they? So here we are, the middle of winter in a derelict house with no heating or furniture - and that's the way it stayed (for a while). The rest, as they say, is history!
1 year ago