The House Swap by Rebecca Fleet

At what point does love turn into obsession? When you have stalked their Facebook page? When you have rang them and hung up when they answer? Or when you pretend to be someone else so you can live in their house?

Obsession is defined as “the state of being obsessed with someone or something.” So if I can’t stop thinking about someone am I obsessed or do I just really fancy them? And if the feeling is a 2 way thing does this count as obsession?

For Caroline what started out as an affair soon changed into something much more sinister. She thought she loved Carl and he loved her back but was it really love or just an escape from her life. Carl provides excitement, passion and good sex. And let’s be honest who doesn’t need good sex?! Caroline was lonely…she craved attention and for a little while to forget she was married to an addict. In all honesty do I blame her – no not really! Don’t get me wrong I am not condoning the affair or saying what she did was right but I would be lying if there wasn’t days when I didn’t want to be me even if for a couple of hours and be carefree.

Unfortunately in this situation it all went a bit wrong and the affair came to an end in a way neither of them expected. Fast forward two years and Caroline is trying to repair her marriage and a house swap sounds like a great idea. No we are not talking Cameron Diaz and Kate Winslet ‘The Holiday’ kind of house swap. In this situation what if everything isn’t quite as it seems. Reminders and memories of Carl keep popping up until Caroline is convinced it is in fact Carl who has set this up as some form of revenge. But is it really Carl or someone else? What secret does this person know about Caroline and how far will they go with their revenge?!

“‘And then what?’ I force out. The tears are still streaming down my face, and they feel cold now, the wetness collecting damply on my skin.

‘Then nothing,’ he says. There’s a moment of silence. ‘This is it,’ he says. ‘It’s over. It’s time to say goodbye and walk away’.

The words hang between us, draining the energy out of the air. The dark landscape shifts and sways around me, and for a moment I think I’m going to faint.”

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