Like tops and bottoms and doms and subs, the offline/online couple has always worked in symbiosis.
I was from a middle-class family and never went without – until I became addicted to gambling.
With each letter, I chose the famously terrible method of “living my life as though the debt did not exist”. Here's how I managed to crawl out.
For two weeks, I quarantined in a window-less hospital room and, in the process, earned £4,275.
Once confined to unhappy couples, professional counselling has become as normalised as going to the gym or getting a haircut.
I justified my expenses with "I’m anxious and I work hard, why shouldn’t I buy myself this little thing?”
Keeping up with my peers was a struggle. Soon, I was drowning in debt.