Well, I'm not in love with him and never was, really, it feels to me more like he's a good friend, like another one of my female friends.
There is no sexual attraction on my part, the sex happened because I was lonely and incredibly upset. It was good as far as the actual physical sex went, but there is still no attraction for me.
I still love X even though I shouldn't so it wouldn't be fair.
Also, BIL is my kid's uncle so it just wouldn't feel right.
We get on great, but the one time we crossed the boundary, it just caused stress and arguments.
Today my publisher emailed me the front cover of my book. It looks so COOL!
He designed it from my ideas and it just looks great. It has a wedding cake on the front with a cake decoration of this bride and groom, except their top halves are missing and he's placed their heads on a different bit of the page - kind of difficult to describe but it really works - then there's these roses (just like the ones I gave to X and DD1 and BIL yesterday, LOL).
I am rubbish at describing it but honestly it really works.
Then he asked me to write a blurb for the back cover, so I've been working on that this morning.
Because I ended it will the ILY comment I am presuming that most readers will just assume we lived happily ever after, but that is great because, as they say, real life is no excuse for bad drama.
Gabriel, I put your comments on the back, so you are going to be on my back cover, how great is that!? That will seriously impress your W. She will be wondering why on earth you are reviewing the book of this mad Anglo-Greek woman, esp. with all the raunchy scenes in it, LOL.
I bet that will score you a few points with her
Anyway, here's what I wrote for the blurb, which may be changed before the final version:
In 1994, I fell in love with the man of my dreams. I was 16 years old but I wanted to marry him. It was the most passionate love affair of my life. Like all great love stories, there was a twist in the tale and years later he left me, disappeared with my children. I had to go home to an empty house. I can’t even begin to tell you what that felt like, how terrible it was. It felt as if they had all died. I am a firm believer that buildings can retain atmospheres, memories of what occurred before, and the atmosphere of trauma and heart break and repression was there as soon as I walked through the door, stifling, pungent. The silence was a killer. Before there had been 3 lively children, my husband, the sound of the TV and radio, now there was nothing. The silence was so silent you could almost hear it. All of the children’s clothes were still in their wardrobe, I had no idea what he was dressing them in. Toys were left out in the same place where they last played with them, his coat was still hanging on the coat hook. This is the true life story of my fight for my family in a ferocious 2 year court battle and the ungovernable love and passion between myself and my ‘ex’ that overthrew all obstacles, proof that love really does conquer all.
What do you reckon??
I just can't stop staring at the cover. My publisher is one talented man!
