Have you ever had a week that you wish you could erase..?

I had that feeling last week.

I was on a course in Basingstoke from Tuesday till Friday with a colleague Tim, but had been off work on the Monday and Tuesday with my Crohns.

The course itself was brilliant, the trainer, Vic, was the maddest, extroverted South African I have ever encountered. He had a story for every situation and made us laugh non-stop. I wouldn’t hesitate to go on another one of his courses.

Things took a turn for the worse on the Thursday Evening, Roop and myself fell out big time. So much so we actually split up.

I fell apart at that stage and the only person I could phone was my boss, Jeff. Jeff was fantastic, he talked to me for a couple of hours, let me be sick and offered me a place to crash till I got myself sorted out.

He phoned me back in the morning to check I was ok. I was about as ok as a train wreck. I hadn’t slept, I had been sick all night and my stomach was so sore.

When we got to the course, Vic just let me sit in a corner and cry. Occasionally I would join in but I was all over the place. I was good for nothing. I called Rupert’s Mum and we had a long conversation.

Later that morning, Roop called me to say his Gran had died suddenly. That was the icing on the cake. These things always come in threes.

When I got home that evening, we had a long talk and decided it was best if we stayed together, I started crying again. He apologised for flying off the handle and I apologised for everything I could think of.

To lose Rupert would be one of the worst things I can imagine. It would be my worst nightmare. I rely on him so much for so much. He keeps me calm, he keeps me sane – most of the time anyway.

Sometimes I think he could be The One. Other times I could kill him. He winds me up mercilessly. I drive him to distraction. But the relationship works.

And that’s all anyone could ask for.

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