Trying to stay strong
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...
Rock bottom: how to end an affair
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...