This Is Not A Pity Memoir

'An ambulance. I need an ambulance. My husband ... partner ... husband he's collapsed.'
'Is he breathing? Your husband is he breathing?'
'He's not my husband ... He's my ... We live together.'
'And what's his name?'
For a minute I go blank. This is the man I love, the man I have known for nearly twenty years. The man who I have fought with and laughed with and loved with. The man who is never going to be the same again.
J ... J ... It begins with J?
'Jacob.'



THIS IS NOT A PITY MEMOIR . . .

It's about meeting your person.

It's about crazed late-night Google trawls.

It's about the things you wished you'd said.

And then over-sharing with the barista.

It's about lists and sushi and the wrong shoes.

And family and parties and noise.

It's the silence of being lost in space.

It's about not knowing and not being known.

It's the difference between surviving and living.

It's a reminder that, even in the worst times, there is light ahead.

It's a love story.