I went to the hospital for a colposcopy this morning after my smear test revealed some mildly abnormal cells. Afterwards, I dressed and went into the doctor’s office. The doctor said that from what she could see, my cervix didn’t look cancerous and that the biopsy would confirm this when I get the results in four to six weeks.

I spent the rest of the day on the sofa in some discomfort – some from my cervix and some from period-type cramps – wishing that Tom was around to talk to, but he was working all day.

In the evening, Tom rang to see how Annie was, but he didn’t ask how my colposcopy went, even though he knew about it. I feel really upset about this because, sadly, it means he doesn’t think about me and doesn’t remember something as important as this. Phil, on the other hand, texted me to ask how it went within two hours of my appointment.

It’s not Phil I want remembering; it’s Tom, and he just didn’t. No matter how much I love and miss him, I have to learn to accept that he doesn’t feel the same way about me.