As you can imagine things started of really really well.
There was a little hiccup early December 2006 when I had a break down.
I left my son (then 12 years old) in the care of children's services, otherwise known as social services, and ran away to Doncaster.
I stayed with a friend for four days so that I could get my head together.
During my absence children's services sent my son to live with his father which was very hard to deal with. I started fighting for his return straight away.
Just after we got together...
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