Five O'clock Friday evening and Sandra didn't fancy going home this early knowing that she would be stuck there until Monday morning when she would return to work, which dominated her life. Well that was what Peter had said about her work, that was the true love of her life and nothing could compare.

Sandra always knew work took priority over relationships, Gerry was forever telling her about her unhealthy balance of work and free time but she put it down to the fact that she hadn't met the right person yet.

She looked at her phone 3 missed calls and two texts; she knew exactly who they were from which was why she left her phone on silent all day. Luckily one of the messages was from her network provider to say she had 3 voice messages. She checked them, they were all the same Peter claiming he could change, she was the one he wanted not his wife, his voice pleaded with Sandra's phone to give her another chance, he swore that he would leave his family to start a new life with her, so long as she proved to him she felt the same way.

"Sandra I'm worried about you, I've not heard from you since, well since you walked out, please just let me know you're okay, I need you, god I don't deserve you".

"Yeah too right mate" she scoffed ringing off as she couldn't bear to hear any more of this drivel.

And I get a kick when you worry that you are just no good for me

And I feel weak watching you plead

And we fight and we cry

And we tell the same lies about Love

And we cling to each other shoulder to shoulder against this world.

This time Sandra wasn't going back to him, she wasn't even going to collect the stuff she left at their 'love nest' a two bed swanky flat in Greenwich that he bought to impress her, which it did at first the lavish gift, the extravagant dinners and expensive wine and flowers.

I got caught up in a daze

Of the wine and roses

Such a sweet escape

But I watched it all slip away

Like running water from my hands

Raining on this picture land

She knew from the start it was his way of showing off, his way of wanting to feel depended on as his wife clearly didn't depend on him or so he told Sandra. Sandra never depended on him really but this lifestyle was a way of escaping the sometimes hard and devastating things she dealt with at work, and at first it did make her feel special. Until it clicked that he was plying her with gifts in exchange for sex as he wasn't getting any at home. She might not have known much about love but it sure wasn't that, why would he leave his wife of ten years who cooks for him, cleans and waits on him hand and foot for an independent career woman who didn't do those things for herself let alone a bloke. No Peter wanted the best of both worlds and this time Sandra wasn't going to let him.

She stepped out of the office she needed real company from the people who cared about her the most, her best friends, her boys.

"Right pub" she said clapping her hands together.

"You all go, I don't really feel up to it, just want to put my feet up with a nice cup of cocoa" Jack said.

"Brian"

"Nah Esther and I are going round to Mark's for tea, she will kill me if I'm late" he replied, crushing Sandra that little bit more.

"Gerry, you'll come won't you, I cannot go home yet and besides I don't know about you but I need a drink". She looked at him with desperate eyes, she needed some company from someone who could make her life, who would ask her if she's having bloke trouble and then tell her to get over it while he knocked his living daylights out.

"Yeah, you know me Guv'nor I would never turn down a free drink"

"Okay I'll buy the first round and you buy the rest, deal" she was feeling a bit better already.

One foot onto the ice

I hold my breath

And try to believe

Can I look at you with different eyes?

Like the girl that I was, when I was 17.


Hope it's still okay! :)