These letters were written approximately weekly between January 2004 and July 2005 to a barrister, we shall call Saul, I briefly dated after FH left. They started as a form of sympathy and support when I discovered he had stomach cancer and was undergoing a difficult and anxious time.
The relationship never really went anywhere (I probably saw him in person between 6-12 times) and I ended writing when I finally realised that I was getting more out of the writing than he was in reading them, but they track a difficult, but interesting time in my life. I saved the letters to be read later for an insight in to my interpretation of what I thought my children were going through during this tricky adolescent phase, an insight in to what was going on in my head at the time which is no doubt different from what my children remember, and in case, God forbid that their relationships (and now yours as my blog readers) ever come equally abruptly to a halt so that perhaps you can gain some solace and learning from my experience.
Reading them again after such a long time, I was happy to see that generally they are not bitter. All names have been changed.