I heard a rattle at my back door.
'Get the kettle on!’ called Natalie Lawton, then 28.
She’d recently moved nearby so I’d been friendly, done what I could to help her settle in.
She had two girls, and I had five kids – Steven, 11, McKenzie, 10, Lewis, 8, Lacey, 3, and Macy-Sue, 2 – and another on the way.
At first, I’d enjoyed Natalie’s company. Our kids would play quite happily together while we had a natter.
But soon, Natalie was popping in uninvited most days.
'She’s always here,’ my fiance Steven, then 33, moaned.
Steven and I had been together since our teens.
A laid-back, kind-hearted bloke, it wasn’t like him to take a dislike to anyone.
Natalie was overbearing, but I didn’t want to appear rude.…
