Just a few weeks into the relationship, he was doing her banking for her and had charge of her bank cards. . . .
‘Once he had my card, the sex stopped. There was always an excuse — oh, I’m so tired, I’ve got a headache, I’ve got to be up early, I’ve had too much to drink. Oh, I want to watch this on TV.’
Funny. When this happens the other way around, it’s unremarkable.
‘I knew nothing about him as an individual. But I felt passion for this guy,’ says Christine. ‘His character, his charisma — his whole look. My stomach used to turn over when I saw him. I thought: “This is the one.’’’
No use being “intelligent” if you’re governed by feelings.