His name was Noah, and he brought an endless gratitude out of me, one I don't think existed or that I even possessed.
I just assumed he was just way too good to be true.
But being in a serious relationship as a single mom has taken so much patience and flexibility — patience and flexibility I didn't know I had.
I never realized how important trust — not just between my partner and me — would be, especially for my children.
They accepted it because they've now got someone else to love them and support them. We try to avoid shouting by all means, but we've had seven years to learn patience and Noah's just been thrown into the mix.