The diary

Somebody else is living this too

Every second Tuesday, a woman called Nina writes down what her week was actually like. The scanning she is not supposed to notice. The porn that was supposed to have stopped. The conversation that somehow ends with her apologising.

Nina is not one particular woman. She is written out of twenty years of listening to women describe the same things in almost the same words — including the parts they had never said out loud, because they were sure nobody would believe them.

If you have been told you are insecure, or jealous, or imagining it, and some part of you has never quite believed that — this is written for you. Not to hand you a verdict about your own house. To give you words for what you have been noticing.

The first entry is up now. A new one every second Tuesday after that. Free to read, nothing to sign up for.