I always turn up at just the wrong moment. I never know how to make the most of a situation; I don't know the right thing to say, or when I should come or go. Let's just say I have really shit timing. I'm not a smart guy. I don't have great ideas. I'm practical, a hard worker; someone who lives for his family, and for the air that she breathes. It's just a shame that the "she" in question never knew this. It's a shame that I waited all these years to make my move. It's useless to tell you, readers, that it was already too late; that I'd screwed everything up, once again. And, this time, my mistakes forced her to come home. Except she didn't want to stay. And now she hates me – or maybe she doesn't. I still haven't worked out what's going on between us, but like I said, I'm not the sharpest tool in the box. And even though this could be my last chance, I'm not going to be the one to ask her to stay. Not even if she turns out to be the one I've always waited for. Because she doesn't belong in this place. And she doesn't belong in my life. My name is Alex Brennan, and this is my story: of how I realised I'd lost the most important person in my life, before I even had her.