I didn’t want to admit to anyone that I was struggling with being single so I put on a face and pretended that I was fine but with every engagement, wedding, birth, family event or social event where it was nearly all couples, my heart ached and I cried silent tears.
From our very first date, Joe and I always talked about how we would love to live abroad. But there was always the how? question mark hovering above the dream. I had a job I loved and didn't want to leave—not forever anyway! Also how would we be able to afford it? And what about the children we hoped to have?