It wasn’t jealous, it’s something totally different. It was a pull on the heart-strings watching mother and son connect so beautifully, a connection I had only dreamt of.
A bond so special you could feel it by just being in the room with them.
I hadn’t felt that feeling before and while it made my heart ache just a little knowing I had never had that, it warmed my soul to see such a special relationship, I felt pride and overpowering love for the man who stood before me and his loving union he shared with his Mum.
When she opened her heart to me, not only as a friend but as kind of  a daughter, it was overwhelmingly special, a connection I didn’t know I was missing.
That wonderful time in my life, I felt more at home than I ever had before, I felt complete, alive, in love, at home.
A feeling I’m sure only comes to a few in a lifetime.
How lucky I was to have felt that if only for a while.