I didn't know how to answer her. I didn't know who I was anymore.
That was the truth. I'd gone from father and husband to some loser I didn't recognize. Just a few months ago I'd have ridiculed a man like me, a guy who couldn't get his s**t together, couldn't pull himself out of what seemed to be a never ending rut. Now here I was, talking to a woman I didn't know about issues that didn't concern her, and people she'd never met, nor was ever likely to meet. Instead of feeling awkward though, she made it easy for me to talk and I wondered whether she'd ever considered training as a counsellor and hanging up her Perspex heels. I bit back the urge to ask her about her life. If I asked too many questions we'd be tied together, and I had enough on my plate to not have to worry about her, too.
