Who would have thought that the number 38 from Hackney would be the scene of an epic romance (I’d always envisaged meeting the love of my life on a first class transatlantic flight, clearly something went wrong with that manifestation!)
But there I was feeling forlorn to be back in London after my magical year in Colombia, when a dashing young Latino man sat next to me. ¿De donde eres? I asked (where are you from?). He looked at me flabbergasted. No one speaks to strangers in London, let alone in Spanish…
Bogota he finally replied, looking at me with some suspicion… Followed by ‘where did you learn Spanish?’ ‘Bogota’ I replied.. and the rest as they say is history.
Fast forward 8 years… (6 wonderful and 2 not so) and we decided to call it a day.
And boom on the day we broke up I found out I was pregnant. And boom he realised that I would never be alone and became even more determined that now was the optimal time to break up
So there I was 40, pregnant and alone, vomiting a lot and shit scared…Until this beautiful bundle of joy (known as LO) came into this world and transformed my life..
And this is where my story of co-parenting with a chilled Colombian starts
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