Our story starts in 2007. I’m in the university library, studying for a psychology exam, when a smiling face pops up over the top of my computer. He’s got three Flumps sweets in his hand, and they’re all for me. I reach out to tickle him on the stomach and an electric bolt runs through me. I pull my hand away. What just happened? I blush with embarrassment, and then I realise… I fancy him! This boy – a friend – who is so kind, caring and funny. How have I only just seen it? He is everything.
”We look at the issues, rather than what’s behind them, which is, at some level, that we’ve become disconnected”
Twelve years later, and that boy is now a man, my husband, and he’s still everything. They say time flies when you’re having fun – and the two years since we got married have gone in a flash. Of course, not every day, week, or even month has been perfect but, more often than not, we’re happy. Yet, witnessing other marriages fall apart in their first few years makes me see how vulnerable they can be. Until recently, the ‘D’ word was something I linked to friends’ parents – not friends of mine. When I heard that a couple of my mates had filed for divorce last year, my heart almost stopped. Is it possible to keep love, real love, alive forever?