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neighbour who he’d invited over to carry on the weekend’s celebrations. I marched downstairs and burst into the lounge. ‘You’ll wake Jai J I protested. As our neighbour slammed down his beer. ‘You always spoil my fun,’ he spat before storming out. Joe and I first met over Facebook in June 2013. We’d got engaged on Christmas Day that same year. After five years together, I knew all too well when he was in one of his moods. And this was one of them. In the garden, we continued to bicker. Joe grabbed his new bike and started wheeling it down the driveway, unable to get it started. I tried to stop him. ‘You’ve had a beer!’ I said. But I was fighting a losing battle. He just wanted to get away. ‘What do I tell your son when you don’t come home?’ I shouted after him. I never meant a word of it. It was just a stupid row. But for the next half hour
