Seriously, I love that woman, but I need to learn to detach a little, otherwise I’m going to be the sad pathetic friend in the corner while Felisha continues to find happiness in her life.

It’s been a whole two weeks since I’ve been with a man. Maybe that would help solve my sadness. Because with Felisha spending so much time with Flynn, it kind of feels like a slow break-up between her and me, even though we will never be apart as friends, just spending less time together. Now, they say a good way to ease the pain of a break-up is to get laid, which sounds like a good idea to me.

It’s about all men are useful for. Fantastic sex, and then I keep them at a distance!

Especially considering the trauma of what my father put my family through when he ran off and left us broke and alone. We had no father, husband, and income earner. My mother was a total mess, with no money, no house to live in, and three daughters who were so confused how the father they loved and trusted had done this to them. His actions burned me for life.

I will never trust another man.

Which is why I know I won’t ever settle down in a relationship.

So therefore, I’m resigned to the fact I won’t be a mother either. I know that I could do the IVF way or adopt, but at the moment, I’m happy just being on my own and loving my career and the life I lead.

I have two sisters who are younger than me, at thirty-nine. Amanda who is thirty-three and has a long-term boyfriend who I’m pretty sure is getting close to proposing to her. And then there is Rachel who is my baby sister and only twenty-eight. She just came out of a six-month relationship and is happily playing the field and living her best life again. Both of them were a lot younger than I was when Dad left and don’t seem to have the hang-ups I have about men, and I’m glad.

I was just finishing my business degree at university when the stocks that my father had invested his clients’ money in, as well as our family savings, all started crashing, and he lost the lot. Instead of being a man and facing up to what he had done, he ran back to the United States and left Mum to face the mess. Luckily Felisha’s mum Ivy moved us into one of her many properties, and I went to work for Felisha and supported the family until Mum could stand on her own again.