Sooooooo after eleven years together I’m now apparently single again. Very much so.
Richard and I split up last week — basically in the middle of the weekend of the grand opening of the club.
Could my timing on these things be any fucking worse?
I’d like to say it was totally amicable and that there was the possibility of reconciliation, but. . . . .
There’s not and it wasn’t.
Anyway, the best advice I got all week was when I jokingly said to someone that I needed to get a replacement BF and he said,
“No, you don’t. What you need is a dog.”
Truer words were never spoken.