I can’t believe I haven’t written a post for this before. It was such a characteristic, frequently occurring part of my relationship.
The Freeze Out. A punishing silence that communicates more than words ever could that “You have displeased me.” Continue reading
I spent two Christmases in Istanbul, 2007 while my boyfriend was still there and 2008 while he was in the army. Both fairly depressing occasions. The third year we went back to the UK together but by then the shit had hit the fan so that wasn’t exactly a happy time either. The fourth year, everything was on and off and I was in the UK but went to Istanbul last minute on Christmas Day and that was its own kind of torture. Now I have no idea why I kept chaining myself to the rack for one more turn of the punishment crank but it’s safe to say I hated every Christmas under the influence of Istanbul. Not that they were all Turkey’s fault, the third one I have myself to blame for. Continue reading
In late October my gym played a jazzed up version of ‘Good King Wenceslas’, which is early even by Western standards where Christmas revs its engine earlier and earlier each year. It turned out the Turkish trainers weren’t feeling prematurely festive, they just wanted a break from cheesy techno. So it was only me that was sent into unexpected raptures of snow covered chimney pots, chestnuts roasting on an open fire and rosy cheeked carollers. Continue reading