The love of my life told me to choose between her or my mum. I chose the answer most men would - and ten years later I'm still paying the price: HENRY EYRES

Nine months into our relationship, my partner Sophie was in the kitchen cooking when a key turned in the lock and the front door swung open. As a single father to a much-loved daughter, I’d put all my energy into carefully introducing Nora to Sophie – my first girlfriend since I’d split with Nora’s mother five years before. On our weekend visits, Mum would roll her eyes if Sophie brought along her own oat milk for her tea, or declined Mum’s lemon drizzle cake with a pat of her flat tummy. Normally Sophie would have just rolled her eyes, but this time she told me she was devastated that despite how happy Nora was with her, I still consulted Mum about the big parenting decisions. At Mum’s funeral, her best friend told me how proud Mum was of how I’d raised Nora and how I’d chosen my family over my love life.