Sex, Lies and Videotape

Well, I'm half way through my first week as a single mum and surviving. More than just getting by in fact, I'm actually enjoying it.

Instead of festering at home over the weekend, waiting for something exciting to happen, I went out to find a bit of light relief from the tedium that usually defines the time between 10pm Friday and 11pm Sunday. After waving Mr S off on his skiing trip, first stop was the music shop for Thing 2's free piano lesson. She seems to have a flair for music which I encourage, however I think the shiny new piano in the dining room will have to remain a dream for now. With Brownies subs, cello tuition, gymnastics fees, football subs, trial bike boots, parts and maintenance to pay for, I doubt there'll be a spare £44 a month spare to coach the next Mylene Klass.

After an ice-cream and lunch (yes, in that order! - get me being all audacious having dessert before dinner), we went to spend the afternoon with friends, followed by an early dinner at their local Italian. I really enjoy their company 'cause I feel at home with them. When I was in the depths of despair over the intangible relationship I didn't think anyone would be able to understand, Jo was there for me. I worried that she would judge me for being disloyal to Mr S, who she adores. I needn't have though, because even though she can boast an 11 year, affair free marriage (on her part at least), she didn't get all moral on me and start condemning my actions.

Jo understands me enough to know that I didn't get myself into such a hideous situation to hurt Pots or because I was looking for a bit on the side. She, like my husband, tells me I've been too naive, too trusting, too stubborn......all accurate observations.

I admit I was rather green when I first discovered chat rooms and MSN messenger. Stuck in the house with two young children and a home based business, internet based communication was the perfect way for me to keep in touch with the outside world. It had the added benefit of negating the need for dressing up and putting on the lippy before socialising.

I like being described as trusting; trusting people are always the most trustworthy. Interestingly, the thesaurus cites gullible as the top synonym for trusting. Perhaps that's closer to the truth. How else do I explain being stupid enough to believe that he wore a ring on his wedding finger 'cause the finger on his right hand was broken. 'Of course he's not married,' I told everyone. ' I trusted him when he told me he was single. And childless. A property developer. In love with me. I eventually found out that the first 3 were lies. I only have my gut feeling to tell me whether the latter is true.

Oh dear, I seem to have gone off on a tangent again, barely touching on what this post's title promises. Tune in again for the Sex and Videotape references. I'm sure you'd rather read that than an account of Sunday/Monday's events. ;-)