It's over, I came home and made a cup of tea and T.P. said she wanted to be single. I'm not surprised as it was clear something like this was coming but it still knocks a chap for six a bit.
I've asked her to move out for a few days. I have got a book to finish and if we aren't under each others feet, let alone in the same bed then things will have a better chance of being resolved in a amicable way. I'm already wondering if I can afford to keep this flat on my own.
It's a bit of a shame, she was the only woman to ever meet my father but it is probably for the best.
This is turning out to be quite a week, and once I finish writing this it's back to writing about gambling.
2 comments:
You are the luckiest fellow I've ever known, really...
Hang on, I mean that the other way round
At least you can focus on your writing without impunity, chin up, sir
Indeed, this is a real spark of good fortune...
...not
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