As a young woman, whenever I went on a date, I'd find myself on red alert, waiting for the object of my affections to leave me, writes ALISON LARKIN.
But as a young woman, whenever I went on a date, I'd find myself on red alert, waiting for the object of my affections to leave me.
Then, one Sunday morning, in the lobby of the Red Lion Inn, I met a charming, brilliant scientist from South India called Bhima who had emigrated to America 30 years before.
Maybe if I found out it wasn't so much that my birth mother didn't want to keep me, but that she simply could not – well, maybe I would be free to love like normal people.
If you'd told me I'd find love when I was 54, after marriage, divorce and raising two children, I'd have said you were bonkers.
