Status Updates From The Portable Virgin

I have a gin and tonic before dinner and look at the wallpaper. I am only drunk where it is appropriate. I am only in love where it stays still. This does not mean that I am polite.

You may ask when did the joking stop and the moment of truth arrive? As if you didn’t know how lonely living with someone can be.

Once the fiction between two people snaps then anything goes, or so they say. But it wasn’t my marriage I wanted to save, it was myself. My head, you see, is a balloon on a string, my insides are elastic. I have to keep the tension between what is outside and what is in, if I’m not to deflate or explode.