The End of an Era
Yesterday, my husband and I took the day off work (only our second since lockdown began) in order to take my eldest daughter down to pack up, and move out of, her student house in London. We didn’t want to, of course. We knew it was going to be...
London: the OG of marathons, one year on
I’m a runner, yes, but I’m not a marathon runner. 10k is about my favourite distance really. You’re done and dusted inside an hour – well, I can be done and dusted inside 50 minutes on a good day and if I’ve abandoned all crazy notions of a) having...
Why do happily married women cheat? Why did I do it?
The more I thought about the kind of hot, bewildering insanity that encompassed me when I became embroiled with X, the more I could not understand it. Even as the months progressed and I moved further away from it, I was obsessed with what I had done and what...
Don’t look back on an affair
Considering that we were residents of a relatively small community, it proved surprisingly easy to avoid X. For almost a full year after I ended our affair, I did not see him in person once. Obviously, I assiduously avoided anywhere I thought I might see him, which helped, but...
Three changes to save a marriage
As time went on and we could see that we had something worth saving, that the marriage could be brought back once more to something that had value for both of us, that we could re-knit our lives together and think about a shared future again, slowly we had...