No, I’m not lactose intolerant. The reason ice cream made me cry is not that straightforward. To explain my bizarre reaction to ice cream I have to go back a few years – to when I first separated from my wife Arlene.
When I first moved out of the house, my youngest was 4 years old and all three of my children were under ten. We didn’t do the usual ‘one weekend with me, one weekend with you’ that a lot of divorced couples do. First of all, I wasn’t going to wait two weeks to see…
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