As I mulled this over in this strange bedroom, I was overwhelmed with confusion.Here I was sharing a bed with a man about whom I knew so little, he didn't even know whether to offer me tea or coffee.They were the classic gripes of long-haul coupledom: housework, childcare and money. Every working mother with young children knows how difficult it is to do two jobs. I rushed in after the school run wearing no make-up, and there he was again, in the hallway, flicking through his post...In the end, the brawls became so unpleasant, so frequent and so personal that I asked for a separation. Well, if you are a single working mother, it is twice as hard. The penny was slowly dropping'It left me with little inclination and no energy for another relationship.You should talk with your child about your new adult friends.
I had just spent the night with Stephen - the first man I'd been intimate with since the break-up of my 15-year marriage.The creeping waistline, the not-so-perky breasts... how on earth could I ever undress in front of someone again?But the things we argued about were far from familial.That was when the thought first struck me: what if things progressed and I had to peel off?For although I was feeling fitter and more attractive than at any time since having my daughter 11 years before, disrobing was still a terrifying thought.But at the same time I still fizzed with the euphoria I'd revelled in the night before. I had returned to a strange land where I hadn't thought I belonged any more.