When I met Ken, everything changed. The circumstances were a car crash, literally. I skidded on ice and hit his Volvo’s rear end. His vehicle was unmarked, my Micra was a write-off. We exchanged details, and the insurance eventually paid up. I never expected to see him again; then, when spring came, he called my mobile and asked me out for a drink. I was surprised, but it seemed churlish to refuse. I didn’t tell Gordon where I was going.
I love the attention, the sex and having my life back. The trouble is, I’ve found it harder and harder to tolerate life at home and I feel guilty. One evening in September, Ken said, ‘You don’t have to stay with him, you’ve a right to some happiness. And I need you now.’
I told him, ‘I can’t leave, I promised.’
At Christmas, Ken took me out for a posh dinner. After dessert, he presented me with a gift of diamond earrings. Hanging them in my earlobes he said, ‘A matching ring is yours. If you make the right choice.’