I have moved! A few of us who were recruited by the firm were put into a hotel for a few days before our flats were sorted. I was sharing a suite with a woman around my age and started swapping a few stories here and there about life. Shocked was a bit of an understatement when she told me she had been cheating, for a year, on her boyfriend of six years. I had to laugh, if only for the irony of the situation. I got on fairly well with her in spite of that. However I was forced into a situation I suppose where I had to. I chose to hate the action and it worked fine. Strangely it reflected back onto my past situation. Maybe it would be better for me to just hate what he did rather than hate him in the process. It feels a bit lighter, this not hating malarkey.