When I was slow dancing to that Spice Girls classic at the end of a school disco,* I didn’t expect it to be the title of an article about my separation. But it is. After ten years together and approaching seven years of marriage, me and TJ’s dad have decided to stop right now and go our separate ways.
It’s not been an easy decision, of course. We’ve had a lot to consider including TJ, finances, where we would both live and, somewhere on that list, was the emotions that would inevitably come along with it all. But, I think we both realise that viva forever this isn’t and it’s best for us to say we will be there as friends, co-parents and partners in crime if nothing else.
After much fussing over selling our house, flat hunting, mortgages and money, it’s finally happening as places are picked and solicitors are doing their thing. I’m moving back home to Hampshire as I wannabe near my family and the craziest of my friends. TJ’s dad is staying in Surrey to be near his support network too.
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