I arranged to stay with Pam that night, because the village I lived in was miles away and there was no chance Peter would have come pick me up after a night out. In fact, I hadn’t even told him I was going out. I decided that, if our marriage was over, I no longer needed to ask him for permission to do anything. I would just go ahead and do it.
I have to admit I was so looking forward to that night out and, boy, did I get drunk. It struck me that that’s what I had been lacking; the company of people who wanted to dance and have fun, so fun I had.