I know I should have thought about it a bit more sensibly, but I really like to spend time with Julia, she was my best friend from work and since she left, I've really missed her. I was sad when she handed in her notice, but I had to admire her, she had been passed over for promotion so many times it was getting ridiculous but still, many people would have stuck it out and hoped that eventually she would have been given the chance to progress. But I guess we all knew it was a male dominated environment and I might have done the same except I was nowhere near as good as her, so I stayed and she moved on, getting the promotion she deserved and now reaping the financial rewards. Not that I remained in touch thinking I would use it to bolster my own career path, it was because I liked her and without doubt every time, we met it was laugh, laugh, laugh until we parted.

I miss her but I was wondering if I was going to regret meeting her tonight as my little Ford crappybanger was playing up, it needed some love and attention from the car shop, it wasn't that I couldn't afford it, I could, who would have guessed that four months out of a relationship with my boyfriend and my meagre earnings would prove ample for my lifestyle. I guess it showed how much I funded him and that should have been the warning sign I listened to way before the bastard decided to upgrade me for a newer model and one fifteen years younger than we both were. I may sound bitter, but it isn't because he cheated on me or left me but because I hung on so long, hoping things might get better and he drop his new plaything for me. I had known about the cheating for a couple of weeks, and I mean know, not thought that he might be having an affair, I mean I knew about it.

I had found a packet of condoms in his jeans when I went to wash them, and he was certainly not using them on me since I had been on the pill ever since I have left uni and decided I didn't want the patter of tiny feet about me. After a week I thought I would surprise him, not because I was that way inclined but because I wanted to know why he had told me he was going to be working late that evening so I thought I would wait outside of his work and give him a little shock and see why he wasn't staying as late as he told me he was going to be doing.

I had parked the car a couple of yards down the road from his work entrance and sure enough out he came talking to some little blonde bimbo who jumped in his car like she had been doing it for years and as he looked around to check if anyone from work was looking at them, he kissed her on the lips and as she giggled, he roared off into the night. I had waited another week before deciding to confront him, taking the time to move my cash out of the joint bank account he had suggested we set up together. My good old mom had always told me, keep a bank account for yourself, make sure if anything happens then you have enough money to get by, don't be reliant on the man as you will be screwed once he has stopped screwing you. She was a wise old bird my mom, and it had seen her through three divorces before she had finally succumbed to the dreaded disease and gone to that great dating agency in the sky. I spent a week getting as much out of the relationship as I could, setting up my own rented accommodation and making sure our current landlord knew it was all now down to my boyfriend. I suppose my landlord knew about our splitting up before my boyfriend did, that makes me laugh now, except I can't laugh as I have turned his damn car over twice and still it will not fire.

'Please, please, please, little car, my little baby, take me home'.