Dear Aunty Lisa
The thing is that I used to go out with this guy in college. He was obsessed with me and constantly asked me to marry him. But I dismissed him as a boring geek and treated him like trash.
The day I finally broke up with him he cried like a baby and I actually thought it was quite funny and laughed in his face. One of my mates told me that I was wicked and cruel and a year later I discovered that they were dat_ing.
The rest, as they say, is history. He graduated, got a brilliant job and is now the proud owner of a fantastic house and sleek Benz, plus large fortune.
They’ve just flown to Los Angeles, first class, for an extended holiday and I know that the girlfriend got diamond earrings and designer handbags.
Unsurprisingly, my mate is like the cat that got the cream and all I can do is silently seethe. You see, this is the story of my life. I’m a terrible snob and my own worst enemy.
I always think that the grass is greener on the other side of the dumped a guy just before his mother died and he inherited her massive house.
Now I’m sitting in my parents’ tiny flat, staring at their four walls thinking: “Am I ever going to make something of myself?” I’m 33 and beginning to feel increasingly alone.
How can I win him back?