Well, we met for lunch and that was it. Mark is quitting. Has quit. And I guess it's going to be difficult to bump into each other as he's moving to Dubai. In three weeks time.
I said it would end in tears. It hasn't. Not mine, not his. This is a good thing.
So I start today with a fresh outlook. No bags, no baggage. No easy relationship with someone who will never get too serious. No using him as an excuse for not getting out there and sorting my life out. It's taught me that actually, although I think being single is fine, having someone to come home to is not unpleasant. I'm not sure I crave this, let alone want this, but at least I'm no longer saying no, no way, never.
Trust me, finding this new attitude is a milestone.
Or is it a millstone?
I never did work out the difference.