There I was, a woman with everything – a four-year-old son, a loving husband, a nice house. But beneath that surface happiness, I was bored, bored, bored…
My husband, Scott, a driver and canvasser, was out all day, and our son, Darren, had just started school. I had back problems and couldn’t work so I’d sit in our Southampton home, idling away hours. I wanted something more from life.
I guess that’s what made me notice the ad that day as I flicked through a magazine. It was about two women from the UK who were pen pals with US prisoners.
‘Interesting,’ I thought.
I loved writing. My husband, Scott, 27, said I had a talent for it. And he knew because we’d actually fallen in love by chatting online.…