Oh, my, God. So I walked into a dark room this morning and there was Adam.
Our eyes met.
My head began to spin, but it always does that. The point is that Adam's always had a powerful affect on me and this morning was no different. I could feel it physically, welling up deep inside me.
My stomach started to lurch.
I needed a coffee, badly, so I went to the counter, and said, "Mate, a flat white, please. Double shot, small cup."
But he's like, "Madam, this is a courtroom. Please be seated."
And I'm like, "OK. Can I have an outside table?"
But Jaime came over and took my arm and she's like, "Mum, we're not at SPQR in Ponsonby Rd." I looked around. I couldn't see Colin Mathura-Jeffree. I couldn't see Sara Tetro. I couldn't see wassisname or thingamajig or whosit.
My head began to spin. Jaimie slapped my face, but she always does that. The point is that life began to lose its meaning until I noticed a few reptiles from the media, and then I relaxed.
Adam Parore doesn't need this in his life. Adam Parore has better things to do than go through a messy court battle with his ex-partner in full view of everyone.
Adam Parore's not that kind of guy.
Adam Parore's this cool, amazing, pretty humble and down to earth sort of guy who just wants to get on with his life as one of Auckland's most respected businessmen.
Adam Parore's a brand, like Nescafe. Instant, and a bit of a stirrer. Yeah! A bit of a spoon! No, hang on, that's not right.
Adam Parore's going back to the drawing board on that one.
Day two at the High Court, or is it day three? It's easy to lose track. Like I said to the maitre d', "Mate, if I was knowledgeable about the days of the week, I wouldn't be Sally Ridge, and I wouldn't be here. I'd be someone else, somewhere else. God knows who, or where. Someone sort of ordinary or whatevs. The point is, where's my glass of Veuve Clicquot?"
And he's like, "Madam, we've been through this before. Please be seated."
The lawyers jaw away and the media look at me and I can tell what they're thinking. They're thinking that press attention is my oxygen, that I couldn't exist without it. The fact is that I'm their oxygen, and they can't exist without me.
We had some good times together, Sally and Adam Parore. But the past is the past. You have to move on. It is what it is. Tomorrow's the day after today. There is no "i" in previously. At the end of the day, it's a game of two halves. You can either live your life glass half-empty or glass half-full, and Adam Parore doesn't think Sally really needs topping up.
What Adam Parore owns is only what he worked for. Adam Parore didn't lie around. Adam Parore did lie around, but even in bed, he did the spreadsheets.
Adam Parore spread the sheets, and slept.
Because it's not as though Adam Parore woke up one morning and decided he didn't like Sally anymore and was going to cut her off to spite her.
These things take time.
Loving these new shoes.
Loving this new range of lingerie.
If you're like me, you always end up overfilling your child's room. I love lots of playthings, decorations and beautiful bedding - not to mention bright and over-the-top colours. Make sure to choose a fun curtain fabric that your child can enjoy as they get older.
But the judge is like, "I fail to see the relevance of your interiors column in the Woman's Weekly."
And I'm like, "Mate, you do your thing, and I'll do mine."
What a week. But life goes on. Adam Parore phoned up Sally to arrange a time to pick the kids up for the weekend.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi. You OK?"
"Yeah. You know. You?"
"Yeah. You know," I said.
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