Today I very nearly became a statistic. The one about marriages that last less than a year.
MC and I do not get on when we've been drinking. The last few times we've been out have culminated in nasty arguments in which we've said increasingly vile things to each other.
Last night was no exception and this morning I was ready to walk away. We love each other but I'm just not sure that we bring out the best in each other and we certainly don't treat one another with very much respect once the insults start flying.
He's persuaded me to give the relationship another chance - and we're both going to cut out the booze completely, which is a vital ingredient here I think.
Wish us luck.