The Break-Up, when it came, was a relief.
At least at first.
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.
