He owned a chateau, globe-trotted around the planet in the same way you and I might pop to the supermarket and, of course, was tall, sporty and good-looking. So when my boyfriend Charlie, a well-known author, proposed when I was in my mid-twenties, you might wonder why I didn’t hesitate to refuse him. Why had I not fallen at the feet of this man, like so many other women had? Well, I wasn’t like those other women. Yes, I cared for him - but I wanted to live my life on my own terms, and pursue what was promising to be a successful writing career. I wanted to be the centre of my own universe, rather than trailing in the wake of some man.
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