A bicycle made for one

January rolled in on a high – this was the year I was to be married. That summer, my fiance and I would put on our fanciest outfits, gather family and friends, say our vows and embark on the future we’d been dreaming of (honeymoon, babies, eventual move to the countryside…)

With months to go, all that was left were those little details – hair, flowers, favours; things you think you’ll be laid-back about, but end up utterly absorbed in. Yup, this was the year. I had life totally figured out, and thought I couldn’t be happier.

Rollercoaster ride

Then – suddenly – my fiance seemed distant. A few days later, he texted me at work asking if we could talk that evening. Back home, I walked into the lounge to find him sitting on the sofa, tears pooling in his eyes, and my gut clenched with dread.

‘I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,’ he began… ‘I haven’t been