What I am about to say is probably going to earn me a lot of hate.
"I'm sorry your marriage didn't work." My mother's words echo in my mind. When a marriage dissolves, can it only be seen as a failure? Can a relationship also succeed not because it lasts forever, but how it ends?
Nowadays I'm bombarded with date and hook-up requests from devoted, loving, legal male partners with children and country homes and happy Instagram holiday photos, and an appetite for single-man sex as big as their stock portfolios. But is it worth it?