Last week H called to talk to me about some bills and the taxes and we chatted companionably - so that without even thinking about it I asked him if he wanted to meet for a drink this week and fill each other in on one of the investment issues we were talking about?

It was a reflex, like I'd offer to a friend or a client - like "OK, I understand what you mean, but what about xyz? Shall we get together next week for a drink and talk it through?"

He sounded thrilled that I'd asked and immediately accepted. I said fine - I'll call to confirm.

I tried to call him thisafternoon to confirm and his phone was switched off. It's 5.30pm now and we were supposed to meet at 6.00pm.

I wish he'd just tell me he doesn't want me in his life, rather than this death by a thousand cuts that he seems intent on doing now.

V

Never make someone a priority, who makes you an option.