I felt a little reticent about checking in. But everyone else has... I didn't want to be tarred with the brush of 'old', yet here I am...& it's nice to be referenced occasionally, thank you. :)
Me and nameless are still nameless and I. I adore him. He (somewhat misguidedly) tells me I am beautiful and that he is thinking of me when we are apart. We're very almost at a year & celebrating that with a filthy weekend at a hotel in ....maidstone. fuck you paris.
I've met his mum and dad, meeting his sister in a fortnight; his fab dad got a pension windfall so has bunged him a thou and he's taking me on holiday, consequentially, my damn straight feminist sensibility straight down the middle is utter out of the window.
All is well. And all is well. All manner of things will be well.
And as for voldemort (some of you,less old than I may not be aware; I had a close male friend, there was a song and dance, I showed my hand, it did not end well...) well, really, who gives a fuck. 
I am very, very happy. OD worked it.