When I was married my wife would go off for a couple of weeks on holiday and I would be Suzy, I would be me for two lovely weeks.
Then on the night before she came back I would almost literally say goodbye to Suzy and that lovely dress and heels would go back in hiding. I remember how It really hurt at the time.
But as time went on we drifted apart and we finally got divorced and I moved into my new home.
Today I look into my wardrobe at all my dresses and heels and ponder at how happy I am now. Or should I say, how happy Suzy is now?