I offered him a game on the Will to cheer him up, which put a smile back on his face and took him in to the garage that we converter in to a TV games room for my four younger children. Tom had now left his old school and all of his mates and was waiting to start sixth form in a new school after the holidays, so he was finding it quite boring now seeing his mom started working full time. It was another four days before I spoke to Tom again he looked lost, hanging about in his back garden so I invited him in for a drink and a chat. His dad had said he would stop with the f****y until the last one was 18 and then he was gone, he left and their mom moved towns to find a better job. He seemed so shy but ever so polite and I learnt he had just turned 18. It was such an innocent meeting at first he fetched the empty cups back when I made his mom and some helpers cups of tea when moving in next door.
My husband showed less and less interest in me and I admit I let myself go a little, then the boy from next door changed all that.
I knew I was a bit of a plain Jane, mother of four, slightly overweight and nothing special to look at and only 28 years old.
