It’s 19 May, 2016. Tomorrow, I’ll be 50. And here I am, alone, sleeping on a mattress on the floor. I’m in the spare room of the house I own. Across the hallway in the master bedroom, my ex-husband and his fiancée are sleeping peacefully. In my bed. As I look up at the ceiling, I can’t wipe the smile off my face. I realise with every cell of my body that I’ve genuinely...
