‘Of course I had. I wasted my life. We only get the one. And I wasted it. Giving it up, to this… to this man I hardly knew. I was twenty-one when I married. I had my few friends, a job I liked. Started at seventeen and was promoted twice, you know. In those days, you had to leave work when you got married. Yes. Give everything away. Your job. Your independence. Even your name. And when he left, I thought – well what a waste of bloody time that was! A stupid, shameful waste. I’ll admit, though, at first I was a little worried about money. How would we manage? But we did manage of course. The new one, you see… well, I didn’t imagine she’d be keen on him throwing too much our way and the thoughts of having to chase after it, month after month… I was cute, though – I told him stuff your maintenance, just sign over the house.’