The Letter Writers

I was selling stuff.  My ex had bolted, I had no income and he was not giving me any money for the mortgage or indeed to feed or clothe the children (let alone their school fees). So I was flogging what belongings of my own I could on ebay and at car boot sales. (This generated virtually nothing, as you might expect, so did little to solve the problem.) Continue reading The Letter Writers

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Always Friendship (or Any Relationship?) On Someone Else’s Terms

Had lunch with two women I barely know but met through my old college. It was lovely.  A little Spanish restaurant where we each chose tapas to share while we chatted about all manner of things.  Nice place.  I used to go there with BH years ago.  But (though we talked about relationships with partners and exes) it wasn’t him I thought of afterwards. Continue reading Always Friendship (or Any Relationship?) On Someone Else’s Terms

Ask A Friend

One of the other tasks for the first week was to ask people to answer some questions about you, on the basis that we don’t see ourselves as others do. A questionnaire was provided.   After wasting far too long trying to format it allowing space for replies, I gave up and typed the questions from scratch. And still I managed somehow not to read them or think about them. Continue reading Ask A Friend