On the one hand, although I'd told him I no longer wanted to see him, he was begging me to continue the relationship.
On the other hand... apart from not relishing the idea of being single, I was income poor. Earning a little over £35 per week which meant, after paying 'House-keep' to my Mum and covering travel expenses to and from work (£12.50 minimum per week), I was lucky if I had £5 to spend on myself. I couldn't afford to buy lunch. Having a boyfriend, albeit one that was already married, did at least provide the opportunity to go out twice a week.
I had been going out with my girl friends on Saturday nights, managing to spread the £5 far enough to afford that every fortnight or so. This limited, but important opportunity, gave me the chance to mix with able bodied people and enjoy the nightclubs of Liverpool. Given the circumstances of my relationship with Kev, I had no qualms about encouraging flirtations, should I meet someone else I was interested in. Plus, my birthday was approaching, the last thing I wanted was to be the only one, amongst my friends at the party, who was single.
I agreed to see how things went.
