My heart hammering with nerves, I looked around the service station cafe. Then, I saw him, sat at a table, calmly drinking coffee. ‘Hello,’ Martin* said as I walked over, his big smile making me feel instantly at ease.
As we got talking, my nerves disappeared, and I knew I’d found the man I could have more children with. Only I’d never have to pick up his socks off the floor or have sex with him – the perfect relationship!
When I met Martin in June 2010, I was sworn off men. My relationship with the dad of my two sons, Jude, now 16, and Kit, 11, had failed three years before, and I didn’t want another man. But I was only 30, and I longed for more kids. ‘If…