We were at school together in the 1960s and "going out" together - insofar as such a thing was possible at that place, which was not really. But my dad was the music teacher and I remember many happy hours spent following music from a single score for A level, just the two of us, while my dad went out to "put up a notice" and didn't come back for a long long time. It only dawned on me much later that maybe, rather than giveing us a chance to be alone together, he may have had some nefarious ends of his own!
The OH left school a couple of years before me, with no proimises to continue the relationshiup, such as it was, and no break-up either, so I suppose that meant it was "unfinished business". We saw one another a couple of times over the next few years, and occasionally wrote, but he'd gone to Cambridge, and even though I spent the summer holiday after he left frantically practising the piano and resolving that I would also go there, in the end I went to Oxford instead.
Both of us married other people, bnoth of us had two children (and both of us had a daughter with the same first name, Chloe, which was extremely rare in the 1970s) and both of us were separated when in 1999, for no apparent reason at all, I dreamed I saw him at a party, wondered what he was doing in my dream, googled his name (fortunately there is ony one person with his name!) and emailed him. Been married 10 years this October.
When I was at school, like a lot of 15-year-old girls, I used to write my name and his in my rough note book, and join my first name with his surname. Yet when we married, I kept my surname. I love his surname
, but it has 10 letters and a lot of different possibilities. Mine has three! I'm a teacher. Children can spell it. When I came back to school after the half-term when we'd got married, one child had written on the board "welcome back Mrs **********!" - and predictably, it was spelt wrong, which confirmed that my decision had been right.