Ibecame the other woman over two decades ago, all the way back in 2003. I was about to turn 30 when a former colleague started to pay me more attention, in a way that suggested his intentions were a little more than friendly.

We’d sat across a desk from each other for more than two years, but I’d never once entertained the possibility that we could ever be more than friends – so I convinced myself I was imagining it. After all, he was recently married.

Just to be on the safe side, I resolved to keep contact to a minimum; I didn’t want things to get awkward and was worried about jeopardising our friendship.

But then he invited me to his leaving do and, after a few drinks, we kissed. We vowed it was a drunken one-off, but the next time we saw each other, it happened again. That was the st

See Full Page