I'm sure these men are little more than modish accessories - "I think Oliver with the Westwood and Will with the Donna Karan" - and you see no harm in having them around (they're so cute, so sweet and, most importantly, oh so undemanding), but it's a vicious and ultimately boring circle. You dally with them, are found out, and what once seemed safe - safe because they can't be yours - suddenly explodes in your face and you're in the headlines again. Unstable, predatory, shallow, aimless - that's what the tabloids say, and they're right. They're judging the lifestyle, and the lifestyle is justly found wanting.
Get yourself a life, and that will change. It's time to quit the petty pilfering and find someone you can actually call your own, to make choices, to come to decisions, to forge ahead. The circle must be broken.
Sure, the tabloids will gun for you (as if your erstwhile husband hadn't blithely built an existence entirely separate from you and your children), and there'll the usual cant about "how could she and don't the boys come first", simply because you're a woman and every wish, dream and desire you have for yourself is meant to be secondary, sacrificed to some sad image of permanently passive motherhood.
But after the initial firestorm, you may find yourself more content than you've been in some time. The "Di's live-in lover" angle has a limited shelf-life and the very honesty of it would be its best defence, a declaration to the world that you're done with sneaking around, flirting with happiness and paying those astronomical phone bills - that you have a sense of your own self-worth that doesn't rely on attention, that looks as if it can't be bought with a cuddly toy.
And let's face it - your public standing needs the boost. Enough suffering. Enough spinning in space. Enough already. Those of us who have identified with you as you passed through the images of young bride, rejected spouse, martyr, princess in a strop, all the way back to girl about town again, want to see you incarnated as an independent woman in love. We need it, and we deserve it - and, believe it or not, so do you.
JOHN LYTTLEReuse content