Looking over at my girlfriend Catherine having the time of her life, I grinned like a lovesick teen.
We hadn’t been dating for long, but I was smitten.
‘Come on,’ she grinned. ‘Dance with me!’
‘I don’t dance,’ I laughed.
But when Cat flashed her bright blue eyes at me, I was mesmerised.
She could always get away with anything, and I’d do anything she wanted me to.
The sun was shining at T in the Park, and we boogied the night away together.
It wasn’t long before we moved in together – I already had an older daughter, Shannon, and Cat had two children from a previous relationship, too – and we all moved into a big five-bedroom house.
When Cat fell pregnant in March 2015, it was a big shock for us – we had a lot going on, and when Cat was pregnant with her youngest she’d had a placenta abruption, so she was scared.
‘What if something goes wrong?’ she said. ‘I can’t risk it.’
So together, we agreed to terminate the pregnancy.
We went to the hospital for the appointment, and as we sat in the waiting room, Cat turned to me.
‘I can’t do this,’ she admitted to me.
‘I’m so
