I spent the first few years of my adult life trying desperately to collect ‘proper relationships.’ I wanted to be made real by a real love, made whole by proximity to the kind of romances that I’d seen on the telly. In fact, my early relationships were a bit of a write off. Am I grateful for them? Some. But several were disastrous, the stuff of very bad art, long and repetitive conversations with my patient pals and some truly unreadable personalhellip;read more raquo;