I went into a tiny bookshop to order Natalie Lue's The Joy of Saying No and at the same time my ex was headed to the till with a book so we arrived at the till at the same time. I pretended I'd forgotten the name of the book as I didn't want him to overhear and said he could go in front. He's the reason I bought it. I'm still shaking but also wryly amused.

I broke up with him 2 years ago because he wouldn't commit, but I'm still sad.

They had it in stock, and I'd have avoided my awkward discomfort if I'd bloody well browsed their shelves in the first place.

Would anyone else be as discomfited ordering a self-help book in front of their ex? If the title hadn't been so descriptive I might have breezed it though the cashier relished loudly reading out the script underneath the title about stopping people-pleasing and, well, I was relieved he wasn't there.