Love was the last thing on my mind when I started seeing Anthony Phillips in February 2010.
I’d just lost my mum
Janet to cancer. We’d been so close, I was a wreck.
But then I bumped into
Anthony, an old friend of mine.
We’d met over 10 years earlier, but lost touch.
And now he was back in my life, despite my grief for Mum, I felt a spark between us.
Anthony was a bodybuilder, tall and muscly, with bulging biceps.
I fancied him like mad.
I knew he’d been in trouble in the past, but he swore he was a changed man.
‘We can make a fresh start, together,’ Anthony promised.
And, at first, things went well. Anthony was charming and full of flattery.
He was strong and…
