Back The Break Up
Chapters (52)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. The Break Up
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Acknowledgements
  50. Dear Reader …
  51. Keep Reading …
  52. About the Publisher

‘But since you became sure, since this—’ she tapped the card ‘—you’ve thought about her more?’ I nodded. I couldn’t bring myself to admit it out loud – although I didn’t exactly know why. ‘Edi, now, you don’t have to answer this, but this is a safe space; I have to remind you of that. Have you ever had these sorts of thoughts or feelings about a woman before?’ Again, I nodded; again, I couldn’t admit it out loud. But the question sent me catapulting back to the smell of Impulse and the taste of strawberry lip balm. ‘Okay. Well, that’s okay, Edi. Sexuality, despite what some people think, can exist on the same sort of scale as gender. It can move, evolve in the same way our relationships do. Not everyone experiences it, no. Some people feel their sexuality is very much fixed. But some people don’t. And both of those experiences and viewpoints are valid and allowed. There’s nothing wrong with either lived circumstance.’

‘Rowan says he could never be with a man.’

‘Well, that’s Rowan’s narrative.’ She waited for me to look up. ‘What’s yours?’

‘I don’t know what it makes me, if I call her.’ I couldn’t bring myself to look at Gwen. But I knew that I needed to tell someone – and I was paying £90 for the privilege of the back-to-back appointment, so I thought I should at least put my privilege to use. ‘If I call her, do I stop being straight? Do I start being something else? Do I need to have a sit-down with my parents?’

‘Is this something that you’ve considered before?’ I threw her a quizzical look. ‘Your sexuality: exploring it, identifying it?’ The question was enough to make me look away again, but I nodded – a hearty, honest nod. ‘Recently, or, let’s say, in your teenage years?’ I thought the question over; rolled the memories around.

‘I think you can probably take out the or,’ I admitted. ‘It’s more, and.’

‘Hence the confusion you feel over Fred?’

Confusion felt like an understatement. Still, I nodded again. ‘Do I need to start ticking a different box on equality forms? Like, is that the decision I’m really making here?’

Gwen let out a soft laugh. ‘Edi, what are you planning on doing with the girl?’

‘That depends on how the date goes.’ I snorted, and Gwen laughed along with me.

‘That’s more like it.’

‘I’m just worried, and Rowan is—’