The thought of losing him terrified me.I loved him to bits… It’s for the best. That’s what I told myself as my husband Neal, then 50, packed up his things. After 15 years of marriage and four kids, the spark had fizzled out.
So, in 2010, he’d agreed to move into his parents’ place.
‘I’ll see you soon,’ he told our girls – Holly, then 19, Chloe, 17, Cerys, 11, and Jemma, 10.
Over the years, we remained on good terms for the girls.
Then in December 2014, Neal had a cough and chest infection.
Tests came back clear. But he still seemed sick.
Last March, he had tickets to see Bristol City, but was so ill that he didn’t go.
‘It must be serious. You’d never miss a game,’…
