One year after my divorce, I ran into my ex-husband in the pediatric wing of the hospital where I worked

office and he said: “Have you got any idea who might have made this?”

And I said no.

That was a lie. I knew within about four seconds of reading the second page, because of a phrase.

The complaint says I was “unable to accept that the problem was mine and not shared”.

That is not a sentence anybody at Thornhill General would write.

That is a sentence from my own kitchen, in the October of 2021, from a row about the clinic in Brackwater, in which my husband told