I had already clocked up one divorce so it was a dreadful day when TPR admitted that he had “gone off” me.

Adapting to a single life was no fun at all. I tried going out with the girls from university (including SPC) and others from school (AMcN, CM) but I had simply forgotten how to behave as an unattached woman.

Then I bumped into TPR at a hotel. He had changed his mind and wanted me back. Thank goodness he hadn’t mentioned any of this to his mother: no damage had been done.