My Teenage Diary Series – January 5th 1995

Dear Teenage Diary,

I kind of put my foot in it today, because Denise asked me whether I knew when Les was coming back, so I told her exactly what Terence told me last night, because I felt she had a right to know. She was really upset about it, I mean she wasn’t crying, but you could tell  she wasn’t happy. I found out later that she’s written to him three times and he hasn’t written to her back. What a low life! Denise apparently asked Sheila whether Les wrote to me when  we were going out with one another. He didn’t, but he did phone. I think he owes her that much at least.

She really likes him,  you can tell. She  also asked me why I split up with him. I told her it just wasn’t working, which is partly true, but I’m not even sure myself why I truly split up with him. I guess maybe I wanted reassurance. Maybe if he’d phoned me up the next day and gave me a really good apology and asked me out again I  probably would have. It would just have been a matter of pride.

Anyway, I’m happy now that I’m with Terence, although I’ll never hate Les, because I don’t see how you can go out with someone and then turn around and hate them. That’s just impossible.

*All names have been changed from those in my monthly teenage diary to protect the not so innocent.

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Becky Stafferton is a full time blogger over on her website The Art of Healthy Living, mum of 2 and certified Queen of the hashtags. She continually strives to promote a realistic, sustainable and positive image of how to lead a healthy life. When she’s not writing or reading her teenage diary she can be found swigging Prosecco from the bottle, running through muddy puddles, making lists of lists, having a good old moan, scoffing flapjacks and squatting like her life depends on it.

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