TPR had been behaving rather strangely of late, and now I knew why. He was leaving me for a slim, glossy dark-haired, 18 year-old sixth former. I tried to show the girl friendship, but in reality I was preparing to kill her. As for TPR himself, I screamed and shouted at him, disgusted at his lies of never-ending love. If he got his way, I’d never see his family again – she would take my place at all the fabulous parties – and I’d been so looking forward to his sister’s 50th birthday celebrations next year!

I couldn’t imagine life on my own. I just hoped that it would not be too long before I found a husband replacement. I had a candidate in mind, but was unsure as to whether or not he would take the bait.