Dear Aunty Lisa
The thing is that I used to go out with this man 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 dirt.
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. My best mate told me that I was wicked and cruel and a month later I discovered that they were dating.
The rest, as they say, is history. He graduated, got a brilliant job and is now the proud owner of a fantastic house and classic car, plus large fortune.
They’ve just flown to Australia, first class, for an extended holiday and I know that she got diamond earrings and a designer handbag under the tree.
Plus, she claims that he’s now absolutely phenomenal in bed after they both attended a two-week tantric se_x workshop in Namibia.
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 tiny boy sky, staring at my four walls thinking: “Am I ever going to make something of myself?” I’m 30 and beginning to feel increasingly alone. What should I do?