Psyche Weekly | N Chikayasu
He said he was waiting for a postdated cheque to clear and would pay me back that Friday. Could I lend him the amount till then? He even flashed me the cheque. I had been dating G for three years; what was not to trust? Sure, he’d had a bit of a chequered past, with a ‘white collar’ mistake thrown in and a couple of long stints between jobs, but when I met him, I was nursing a broken heart and didn’t much care. He appeared to be the perfect Band-Aid.