Author’s no-holds-barred account of what it’s like to see your children in the arms of another woman
My mother’s instinct kicked in the moment my sons walked in the door, with their baseball caps pulled low on their heads. Swiftly whipping away their hats, I saw that Henry, then 12, and Matt, nine, were returning home from a fortnight on holiday with their father in Belgrade with a rather unwelcome souvenir. Their … Read more
