Green eyed monster

Posted by Ellie Omahoney at 08:30 on 11 Dec 2009

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I haven't been jealous for about five years. Since I met Sam, really. Hello boyfriend, goodbye crazy days of driving past ex-boyfriends' ex-girlfriends' houses 'Just to see what it looked like', rooting through call records and inboxes for evidence of infidelities and admitting to non-existent flings just to see if he'd crack on admit to some real-life indiscretions.

Oh yeah, it used to be all fun and games being in a relationship with me. But I thought my mad as a bag of rats approach to insecurity in a relationship was over. After all, I am 30 and all grown-up, right?

Almost, but not so much since I moved 250 miles away from my boyfriend. Not that he's doing anything, at all, to make me think I need to get all Martin Burney on him.

But the distance thing isn't helping, and nor is the increase in parties and lots of Legs 11 girls in sparkly black dresses prancing bare-pinned around London town at the moment.

And as for the Tiger story, well, that on its own is enough to make the sanest girl a bit paranoid, isn't it?

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