After my weekend with Glenn, I wasn't sure how he would react with me at work.
He hadn't threatened me to stay quiet this time, but I never discuss my s*x life anyway, so whether he knew it or not, he was safe.
Monday morning, he was in the yard with Dave when I arrived and I did get the slightest nod of acknowledgement from him as I passed.
I didn't really see him for the rest of the week, but on Saturday evening I was kind of hoping he would turn up, hopefully sober.
I was to be disappointed. The doorbell never rang and I spent the weekend alone.
Back at work, he was there as I crossed the yard and he immediately turned away as I passed, but not before I spotted the cut below his left eye.
He'd obviously been fighting again and it made me wonder why I ever thought Glenn and I could
