Had a very nice evening out last week with a good friend S. –
a male, a male, not a female!!!
Dinner mainly consisted of a succession of glasses of champagne. Lovely.
He divorced from his first wife a few years ago and there
were startling parallels. She came from a ‘grand family’, she got a good degree
from a well known university, then an MBA from an international university.
They spent a few years internationally and when they came back to the UK
expected to walk into a senior role – which she did not.
Anyway, he did some counselling which he found helpful. In
fact they did joint counselling and the counsellor came to the conclusion that
the gap was too great. One of the first steps they took was to live in separate
rooms. Which is where we are now.
They did not have children and so, could separate easily.
The reason I cannot is of course my greatest blessing – our son.
‘It does get better,’ S. asserted. ‘And, if you ever want to
talk, I’m here …’
London – where we live – has a new Mayor. He was supposed to
visit our organisation last week and I was in the delegation to meet him and
shake his hand.
Other friends joked about it and said, ‘wow!’
She asked a series of questions: how many people are meeting
him? Are you just in a long line? Bit like the Queen? Not exactly useful …
Of course it would be ‘just a handshake’ but good to be
nominated as one of 20 out of 2000 and, at the least, why be negative about it?
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