Category: After it all

The next days and weeks did not form the sort of montage that would characterise a reunion in a film. Putting a shattered marriage back together is very hard work, with many balancing acts to consider at every turn. Neither my husband nor I thought that I should come...

It was some time, longer than usual, before I heard anything from X. But of course, I did in the end. “We shouldn’t sit in our separate houses missing each other,” his text message read. “I have realised that I can’t bear being in my house with my wife...

Nothing changed dramatically in me after I sent that calm ending message to X. When I woke up the next morning, I was not full of serene hope and self possession. I felt anxious and nervy and broken. But something had subtly altered, all the same. I had proof...

Alone in my pointlessly big, pointlessly expensive rented house, the days became weeks and then months and I had far too much time to think. And what I realised, with a creeping shame that bordered on horror, was what I could now clearly see I should have known all...

My eyes had been opened, and that was that. Deep down, it felt cracked and tainted and I suddenly felt so stupid. I had honestly believed that there had been a thread of true purpose running through all the pain and unhappiness I was causing to everyone, to myself,...