Just the three of us
Andy and I had been living together for quite a while, although it was my house. We were constantly rowing, and agreed it was over – he moved into the spare room, and was supposed to be looking for somewhere else, but after every drunken night out, the spare room went unused! We had a long talk and decided this couldn’t go on, so he agreed to move back in with his family. He took the day off from work to move. I went out after work, and came home with a new guy (not something I’d usually do) We went to bed. Andy heard, but thought I was on my own. He slipped under the covers, and started feeling up the new guy! They both yelled. I pulled the covers over my head and pretended I wasn’t there. I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up they were both gone – for all I know, the guy I brought home might have helped Andy move out!
Kelly Tate, 35, United Kingdom
