We’re sat in a pub with the three kids, drinking beer and eating crisps, and I decide to explain to my husband why I want to be friends with a particular woman.
I love the way she thinks and our conversations, I say, and I want to remain friends with her. But sometimes, I find her a bit too… serious? A bit challenging.
My husband looks at me and says nothing.
Why are you looking at me like that? I say, knowing I’m not going to like what he says next.
You’re challenging, too, he says.
