The moment I realised it was MY fault my marriage failed – and it’s a mistake millions of women make

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I could smell the atmosphere from the welcome mat and would tense up. I would tiptoe around on eggshells, trying to avoid her.

There was always the possibility of an explosion waiting around the corner and, on those days, nothing I said or did was right. It was similar with my father.

I would twist myself in knots to ensure I didn’t set off a row.

As I grew older, our relationship changed and we are now a close, loving family. But those early days were hard.