Never again. That's it. C'est tout. I have always known J was a tw*t but time and time again I would make excuses, say "yes but", and generally be oblivious to all of his bastardness. Since we split we have been in contact... sometimes every day, sometimes a few times a week. Since he found out I was going to be in the Clipper race (the round the world amateur sailing race), we have been in touch a lot more (seeing that he is a round the world yachtsman!). He has been really encouraging of the trip, said he would give as much support and advice as he could; he has helped me with ideas for sponsorship, what gear to buy etc. When I am going sailing for the weekend, or I'm down on the south coast, I let him know - admittedly we haven't met up yet, but he keeps saying that I owe him a pint in return for all this advice; and when it was fireworks night at Cowes last weekend, he asked if I would be down and whether he could come along with me.

So what's my point? That I thought we had a friendly relationship. "thought" being the operative verb! Because...

I have just found out he is in London for the weekend. And yet he didn't even mention a word of it to me. Even when I asked "any plans this weekend?" earlier today, he *still* didn't say a word. It feels like this 'friendship' is a sham. What exactly is he getting out of it? Why is he still in touch with me if he doesn't even like me enough to say "Hey, I'm coming up to london for the weekend, what are you up to?"

WHAT is the point???