Lessons Learnt in Suburbia
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  • Time 1h 46m
Ongoing, First published Dec 15, 2019
"Who on earth would want to read about your life?" - Becky's Dad
A collection of personal essays detailing the misadventures of Becky's life growing up in the leafy London suburbs.

A book  of insightful musings and indulgent self-pity, it covers everything from period mishaps to hangover horrors, sexual accidents to therapy sessions.

This is Becky's book about Becky, the people Becky has met, and all the lesson's she's learnt along the way.
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NAVEL GAZING: excessive absorption in self-analysis or focus on a single issue

33 parts Complete Mature

-A Lie I decided to focus on family, choosing to believe and have faith that everything else would fall into place. I wasn't comfortable-or good-at lying to her. So, when Samantha surprised me one day by swallowing her pride and asking directly if anything had happened during our break, I hesitated. The silence, I believed, said it all. I was on the verge of confessing when she gave me an out: "If you tell me nothing happened, I'll believe you," she said. I should have told her the truth then-or resolved never to reveal it. Instead, years later, as I left for the final time, I selfishly brought it up. By confessing, I hoped to push her away. But in that moment, I let her believe what she clearly wanted to hold on to-that I had been faithful. She knew Pippa and probably sensed there was something between us, but she let it go-and so did I. It was cowardice, I know. Still, I made up my mind to make our dream a reality. And for a while, it worked. But fast-forward through the births of our three additional sons, and more than a dozen years, the same problems that once threatened us had only grown and would soon spiral out of control.