Her

Every man comes with baggage. But does it have to be . . . her?

'I had vowed, as they say, at long last to get a grip. On my demons. On my nemesis. On her. Her is Adrienne. A maddeningly significant other.'

On the Delta shuttle between New York and Washington, Rachel finds herself sitting next to Donald - six foot six, with dark wavy hair, a big easy smile. And no wife. No kids. Just a dog and an ex-girlfriend, ex-fiancée actually, called Adrienne.

Adrienne granted Donald full custody of the dog. It was an amicable separation. They were still in touch . . .

For Rachel the ex is like the Chinese water torture. Drip by drip Adrienne is driving her into a state of frenzied insecurity - particularly as Rachel's April wedding date to Donald is almost upon her.