Dear Mr Chilton....

You won't read this. Just like your daughter.

But here goes.

Firstly, your daughter Sarah Chilton ended our relationship after almost two years, by simply posting my front door keys back to me.

Do you think this was the best way to end our relationship?

Why couldn't she speak to me after all that time we had spent together?

Do you think this was a mature, rational way for her to behave?

Letter to Sarah Chilton - updated after The Marsden incident

18th March 2018 

(updated after The Marsden Incident 5 May, 2018)

TODAY is the first anniversary of the night that you protested about my employer: “how dare she text you on a weekend off!”  

Then you dictated my “I don’t appreciate...” text response to my employer, triggering my fight for my job.

Just two weeks later, on April 1^{st  (}fittingly) you sent me a completely deluded email ending our relationship after almost two years.

We made up. The next day you sent me these from your @chilts69 Twitter account:

Sometimes do think it would be better if we bit the bullet and lived together x but not for discussion now I understand x 2 Apr 2017

True love is an amazing emotion and the impact it can have x 2 Apr 2017, 9:33 am

The Crash (Part 1)

A woman is at the centre of this. Inevitably.

Or rather, two women. Or maybe three. Perhaps, ultimately, even four. 

But that’s a story for later.

Safe to say, my world was crashing down on top of me.

I had been driving home along the motorway on a rare visit to my sister’s home when my emotions began overwhelming me once more, choking me. And I couldn’t breathe.

Woman No 1 - anatomy of The Break-Up

The Break-Up, when it came, was a relief. 

At least at first.

The back end of May. Late night. Sarah Chilton (Woman No 1) on the phone. I was just two months into the battle with my employer, Angela (Woman No 2) and fighting for my professional life. My diabetes was out of control. My depression worsening.

And then suddenly, Woman No 3 (Jo, an ex) lurches into view.

Mistakes, misunderstandings... and Fate

IT was all just a huge mistake.

Or a massive misunderstanding.

Or maybe just Fate.

Whatever, Thomas Hardy could have had a field day with the raw material.