My relationship with Jazz got off to a rocky start when I had to make the inevitable choice between the man I love and my dream job. It was an issue because it meant a move to London which he didn't want to make and clearly I chose him. This was years ago and despite the odd snidey remark I'd pretty much let it go.

A few months ago a conversation with DJ got me thinking about dreams and the fact I now seem to be living in the shaddow of Jazz's. Following this realisation I had many a long conversation with Jazz about what the situation would be if I applied for similar positions (quite possibly in London). We talked and talked and talked..... He finally decided that I should go for it and I made it very clear that I didn't want to even consider pursuing it unless I had his full backing. I hope this is clear because apparently it's not to him.

Three months on and I've been offered an interview. I built up the courage to tell him and his response was that I had to go. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't hard to believe when the colour drained from his face and he uncharacteristically developed the urge to hoover. But the wheels were in motion....

Until last night. Out of nowhere he turned to me and told me there was no way he'd move to London, he'd never wanted to and his career is fundamentally more important. What insued was a horrible argument. I kept firing confused questions at him while he yelled about how selfish I was being, and there I found myself agreeing again to give up the opportunity.

This morning over breakfast he changed his mind back again saying that he could be happy in London. What?!?!?!?!?!?! Now I don't have a bloody clue what to do and as lovely as it is for my friend to list off sacrifices I've made for him, I'm not sure if it's helping.

How far are we meant to compromise ourselves for the people we love?