I looked like I had been crying for weeks, I think enough tears had fallen from my eyes to turn the Sahara desert into a playground for seals, my face was red and blotchy and my mascara had washed my blusher away leaving black trails down my cheeks, not to mention my eyes which were so swollen they resembled a red puffa jacket from the 90s.
It had been almost nine months to the day that I announced to my friends, and I quote: “I would never have a long distance relationship ever again!”
And, there I was clutching my teddy bear in my arm while holding a snotty tissue as I waved good-bye to the man I love as I watched him drive away into the distance. I returned to the sofa and pressed play on the remote to begin the ‘my boyf has gone home and I’m feeling sorry for myself ritual.’ As the Sex and the City theme tune started to play I headed to the kitchen to make a calorific drink of hot chocolate made with full-fat milk, topped with marshmallows, cream and chocolate sprinkles. I settled back down on the sofa still with my teddy bear clamped between my arms and spent the rest of the day with my Sex and the City box set.
I’ll let you into a secret now…
‘My boyf has gone home and I’m feeling sorry for myself ritual’ is in fact an excuse to spend my day snuggled in a duvet with my two best friends Ben and Jerry.
But, shhh don’t tell anyone!
All images on this blog have been drawn by Katy Marshall.