You wake up to neon yellow and capital letters, accusing you of running away, telling the story of a fictional deserter, somehow trying to punish you. He writes it on bright yellow post it notes, and pastes them all over the walls of your box studio. You’re both on a writing course, and your boyfriend decides to write a script about a man whose girlfriend goes to Australia. Well, what about me, what do I do? He asks, and you say whatever you want! You try to pretend it’s not a clear breakup, that you’re not gently waiting until the course is finished and you’ve both moved out, to be as polite and cause as little trouble as possible. I see you, later in that year when you’ve decided you’re going to finish your course and go to Australia. One day, as mad as it seems, you’re not going to feel obligated to do things for people, or to keep quiet just to make sure people love you. And one day you’re going to realise never having an argument in a four year relationship doesn’t mean you’re good communicators – it means you’re a pushover. You make plans and you pay for meals and you pretend you’re not exhausted getting up at four am to work at Starbucks, and going to bed at midnight after working on your coursework.īut I can tell you, little fixer, you’re not going to fix that one. Because you understand he gets depressed at home. You don’t want to tell him that you’re resentful of moving into this crap heap because he didn’t want to live at home and commute into London for the course you’re both studying. Because you’re supportive that he makes music. You don’t want to tell your boyfriend that mixing his dubstep out loud in the tiny space you two share is making you insane. You’re sitting on the closed lid of the toilet seat, laptop on your lap, stuffing your earphones further into your ears because you can’t bear the bass anymore. I see you, at twenty two, hiding in the bathroom of the shitty studio you never wanted to rent in the first place. Read more about The Fixer Upper and enter to win a copy below! Lauren is here to share a letter she’s written to her past fixer upper self, which ties so nicely into her new book! I think it’s such a lovely letter, and perhaps you might be able to see yourself (past or present) in it. And, of course, Aly’s client thinks he needs some changing when Aly has always thought he’s already as perfect as can be. Our heroine, Aly, runs this service and gains a client whose boyfriend is none other than Aly’s childhood best friend. I’m so excited to have Lauren Forsythe, author of The Fixer Upper, on the blog today! The Fixer Upper is Lauren’s debut, and is a romantic comedy about an underground service that does the emotional labor for women whose partners need some help.
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