Tag Archives: marriage

Marriage break-up consolation prize (Rousse)

While TPR insisted that our marriage was over, he offered me a consolation prize. From the back seat of the car, he told me that his predecessor ST was currently available.

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Lion cubs join Oxford University for freshers week (Rousse)

Dressed only in a navy blue towel, I wandered around chilly Oxford cursing the snow – and TPR, now onto the xth affair of our marriage. The new undergraduates looked both puzzled and proud at their achievement of winning places … Continue reading

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A disappointing engagement (Belle)

At last, the love of my life had proposed marriage. In an off-handed fashion, he said “Well, we might as well do this, then” and thrust a dolphin-shaped silver ring into my hand. When I looked at it, I realised … Continue reading

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Two dead queens and a kitchen conga (Rousse)

T arrived at our door in a terrible state. His marriage was on the rocks. and he had no idea how to win back L. I accompanied T back to his house by foot. We passed some of the royal … Continue reading

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Dead mackerel and a dead marriage (Rousse)

On the Sunday, we found dead mackerel strewn across the shoreline outside the hotel. I had hoped that we would spend the day together, but – as usual – TPR had other plans: to watch his friends play volleyball on … Continue reading

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Errant father drama (Rousse)

I picked up the phone. ‘Where are your nephew and niece?’ shouted the person at the other end. ‘They are in mortal danger!’ ‘P’s here, and A is in London (I think)’, I replied. ‘Well their father is on the … Continue reading

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A dance and a devil in the dark (Rousse)

Although we shared the same living space, our marriage was over, and TPR couldn’t care less if I went home with a strange man after the dance. My ‘man’ wasn’t that strange, although it had to be said that his … Continue reading

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Tadpole hunting with a fishing rod (Rousse)

GK sheepishly walked back into my life when his marriage came to an abrupt end. I knew this immediately, the evidence writ large across the tan line on his wedding ring finger. It seemed that GK regarded my parents’ house … Continue reading

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String sorting wife clings to marital home (Rousse)

Just days before his great revelation, TPR and I had been smugly working our way through albums of old photographs, congratulating ourselves on our long and happy marriage. Now we had returned to our old house in Birmingham (the rooms … Continue reading

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Marriage and goat’s milk mayhem (Rousse)

I was shocked when I learnt that JC had moved back in with her parents after her marriage to GC came to a sudden end. This was nothing, however, to my dismay and desperation when TPR calmly announced that his … Continue reading

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