The Second of three messy relationships...
Not really spoken, but written.
For three years, I was seeing a lovely but slightly older lady. We were even living together for the first two and a bit years of that until she had to move to the wonderful lands of Exeter for University (as a mature student). I was unable to move with her at that point and remained an hour north of London. For the next nine months, thing went well. I would visit her for the weekend and she would come back up to me a few weekends later and we would do the things any couple would do if they hadn’t seen each other for a few weeks. We would also write to each other every couple of days (with stamps as the mole people hadn’t dug the tunnels for the interweb to work in Exeter at that time). Anyhoo, the final letter I received started as all others had “Dear John” for that tis my name, “things here are fine” etcetera, It went on for a little while with standard pleasantries until the killer line, “By the way, I got married last week, so it wont be appropriate for us to visit each other any more. Please say hello to your mum for me”… Worse thing, She married a man with the same name as me!
(gristy Twice as a rabbit, but oh, how a reputation sticks, Fri 20 Apr 2007, 22:28, Reply)