Hello all.
Delurking briefly to exclaim my joy at having survived C-day. Despite a half-hearted, last minute offer from STBex-MIL to join them for dinner, once ex had picked up DC, I had a lovely afternoon by myself with lots of champagne and rubbish TV. Not one tear was shed (I had been fiercely determined not to).
I also have a mini-date on Sunday - coffee in a local-ish pub. Met through Times Encounters via my free 3-day membership. I temporarily suspended my Match profile (not least because my awful, hideous Cambridge date kept asking why I was still on there if I was not ready for a relationship following the 'it's not you, it's me' conversation. Subtext 'it so fucking is you').
It was so truly dreadful that I was too ashamed to even post on here afterwards. I ignored all the pearls of wisdom about OD and think I need to copy down all the wise nuggets above onto a post-it note, to carry about on my person at all times.