Irene Husk

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Cheeky chic lit, that will make you laugh and cry. A familiar story that follows the hopes and dreams of a single mother with a broken heart. I hoped everyone else had managed to have a better weekend than me, I think my depression is just anger that I can't be bothered to let out. However, sitting on the sofa eating monster munch and watching morning TV, isn't going to help me pay the bills, so I really should shift myself and get ready for work. Stu, calling last night really buggered up my plan of a nice relaxing candlelit bath with glass of sauvignon blanc. I think he should decide whether or not he is going to be a dickhead for the rest of his life: He just didn't get it, did he? Or perhaps he did and he is simply enjoying the drama. Perhaps he thinks that if I feel sorry enough for him, I will take him back again. Fat chance of that, now he has cheated on me for the very last time. He always managed to talk me around because of Lucy, but no more., the bar has been set! How quickly things can change. I thought I was blessed with the perfect husband and father to my beautiful daughter, we both had good jobs, we had our nice little house two cars, regular holidays and enough money to be comfortable. Then along came Susie.