Then there is the mum guilt. Every time I think about Jack, a lump forms in my throat. He must feel like I have abandoned him just like his dad because everything that I used to do Liam is doing instead. I can’t take him to school or join in at bath time – instead, I am the princess in the tower.

I don’t feel like his mum, I feel like I’m just someone he knows. I know it sounds crazy but going from being a full-time single mum to only seeing him for a few hours when he comes and sits in bed with me to watch The Great British Bake Off is hard. Every time I try to tell him how sorry I am he just hugs me and tells me he loves me, crushing me even more.

He is so damn caring and gentle, a part of me wishes he would throw a tantrum so I would know he misses me doing stuff for him as much as I miss doing it. That must make me a terrible person, wanting my son to be sad just so I can feel vindicated.

My beautiful boy is sat with me as I remind myself to just hold him and be happy. Every day after school he comes into my bedroom and tells me about his day, sometimes the boys from the team take him skating or to the park. I guess they do so to form a stronger bond as a chosen family. It’s working.

“I only fell over once today, Liam says I’m getting really good out there.” He tells me full of energy. He skated for nearly two hours today and I don’t know how he has any energy left. Oh, to be a kid.

“Well, you do have good teachers, who was with you today?” Someone always meets them at the rink and Jack finally got to meet Jackson Felix – the Spears goalkeeper – last week, he spoke about it for hours.

“It was just Liam and Rook but that was good because I think Rook might be my new favourite,” he says in a whisper.

“Rook? Why not Liam?” I ask.

“I love Liam but I see him all the time so he doesn’t count, he’s family. Rook is cool, he is funny.” Before I can say anything about that Liam walks into the bedroom, stopping short in the doorframe.

“Excuse me? I must be having a bad dream because I thought I just heard Jack say that Rook is his favourite?” Liam says dramatically and as soon as he hears his voice, Jack squeals and hurries under the covers with me.

“I don’t know Liam, I think he did.” I laugh.

“Mummmmm!” Jack groans as Liam comes over to the side of the bed he is hiding in and rips the covers off.

“Say I’m your favourite,” Liam demands.

“Nope.” Jack giggles harder.