Tag: marriage

Facebook Memories tell me that today marks two full years since my Skyscanner whims took my husband and me on a pair of £27 return Ryanair flights from Stansted to Grenoble, in France, a city which sits on the very edge of the Alps. “It’s an industrial sort of...

Last Saturday night, I watched a streamed screening of Nora Ephron’s play “Love, Loss and What I Wore”. Adapted from Ilene Beckerman’s 1995 book of the same name, the play is told in a series of monologues from 5 women, who weave stories of their lives around particular beloved...

Last year, I went to therapy. This was definitely not my first time in the chair, but it was the first time I’d ever sought out counselling without a major trigger (eg, when everything imploded with X and my marriage and I was desperate for someone new to cry...

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...

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...