When I went to Greece last time out of season, I took one tightly packed suitcase and one wheely bag with my big leather handbag on top. I largely took summer clothes with a few cardigans and I wore my coat and scarf, it being February in the UK.
18th February 2010, in fact.
We were seriously NOT talking at that time.
He’d moved out in the July the year before, on my request after a particularly gruelling trip to my therapist but I always suspected afterwards it may just have been serious PMT. I regretted it immediately but he was glad to go, we were fighting a lot. He was only around the corner so he could carry on spending time with Phoebe and Nelson, but it felt like a lifetime away.
I arrived in Greece, heartbroken, having lost Steve, my house, my car, even my wonderful kids had gone to live with their Dad while I tried to pull things together…