Preparing to ask one of the biggest questions of my life, I wasn’t exactly sure how to approach the subject.
Rehearsing the same lines over and over in my mind, I didn’t want to hurt my dad Andy, now 58, in the slightest.
But I had to approach the subject one way or another – especially as the countdown until my big day was finally on.
After meeting my husband to be, Ryan, now 31, back when we were just 15, over the years we had drifted apart.
I’d gone on to have a family of my own, Oscar, now 11, and Harley, now eight, after meeting someone in Greece after working abroad there.
Only with everything coming to a head, I moved back to the UK with my kids.…
