Around this time six years ago, Christmas was in the air, carols were being sung aplenty, presents were being placed under trees, and I was seriously unhappy in my relationship. I was crying myself to sleep every night, waking up with a feeling of hopelessness in my stomach and only just getting through the days.
Anyone who has ever been through a long-term breakup knows the feeling, joyous time of year or not.
And so after almost four years together, I broke up with my boyfriend.
On Christmas Day.
At first, I thought this made me a cold-hearted psychopath. And if you're thinking the same thing, don't worry, my friends and family didn't exactly disagree with this assessment either. When I admitted my ill-timed decision to my colleagues recently, well, the reaction was pretty much along the lines of, 'yep, you are definitely a cold-hearted psychopath masquerading in sheep's clothing'.
Because seriously, who breaks up with someone over Christmas? Who sits down to a family lunch only to crush the heart of another six hours later? Well, according to statistics, a lot of people, actually.