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Aug 08
2008
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How would I summarise my relationship with my (ex)Wife without it sounding clichéd?
She was my lover, the woman who had born our children - I still vividly remember skipping across the hospital car park with the sun dawning and the bird chorus just starting, so happy with the world, in love with my wonderful wife, joyous at the birth of my son. So too, can I remember the passion with which I told her I loved her dearly and how I wanted to be with her always. Every night that I shared a bed with her, irrespective of whether she was asleep or awake or if we had quarrelled or made love, I would




