CHAPTER TWO
None of my friends knew about Fred, not even my closest, Jo. I’m not quite sure why. Maybe I just never got round to it, maybe I didn’t want to be laughed at or criticised. In the grand scheme of things, I guess it was so trivial. She’d had enough on her plate without worrying about my pathetic love life – or rather pathetic lack of it. Though I’m pretty sure she’d have understood; maybe I should have told her. Perhaps it would have made her realise why all my past relationships failed.
None of them compared to Fred.
Julian was my first long-term boyfriend. He was such a sweetheart. Very cuddly and loving, and he had always wanted to hold my hand when we were out in public. I went out with him when I was seventeen, for four months. Everything was going fine until we had s*x.
