This comes on top of indications given in her speech in Florence in September that would see the UK pay an initial £20bn.
There were also reports that the UK Government could still allow the European Court of Justice a role in protecting the rights of three million EU citizens.
A Downing Street source underlined the importance of the EU agreeing to allow trade and transition talks at the same time as the offer from the UK being made.
With the clock ticking until the UK drops out of the EU in March 2019, Ms May has been under intense pressure to ensure Brussels agrees to allow trade talks to begin at the summit of the European Council on 14 and 15 December.But Conservative ex-minister Robert Halfon said the public would go “bananas” if the UK offered £40 to £50bn at a time of constraints on public spending.Tory Brexiteer Jacob Rees-Mogg urged the Government not to fall into a “trap” on the divorce bill, and argued the UK should use the EU’s need to fill holes in its budget as leverage.When I opened that white envelope, the private investigator’s report inside revealed that Phillip was seeing someone else. I ripped our wedding photos off the walls, took down family photos. ” I’d howl the words to “Amnesia” as I drove along. “I should’ve bought you flowers and held your hand / Should’ve gave you all my hours when I had the chance.” I’d torture myself wondering what it was like for my husband and his girlfriend. I didn’t know a thing about running a house on my own. I hoped people would think I was just sweating from my eyes. That first Saturday night I had to give up my kids, I’d shuffle past their empty rooms. I’d completely lost myself in my marriage, and now I didn’t know what to do with my free time. Should I have let Phillip come home when he had asked to try again? How would I even meet someone, and would they ever know me as well as Phillip did? I was completely out of my comfort zone, but I had lost so much weight — 25 pounds in three months — that I needed new clothes anyway. After all, it was now me and me alone who took my kids to doctor’s appointments and held them when they got their booster shots.I will never forget his pasty complexion when he was forced to admit his year-long affair with a waitress. Suddenly I hated the big one of us kissing while our kids smiled, perched on our backs. I decided to leave just two photos of him — one for each of my kids — in the girls’ bedrooms. My sister came over and helped me put my kids to bed on days when I was too empty to do it myself. “You need to throw everything out and buy nice clothes for all the dates you’re going to go on.” I couldn’t even begin to think about dating. I started seeing a therapist, one who would not let me feel like a victim for long. “If you had to deal with the feelings I was dealing with, you’d punch this hard too,” I wanted to tell them. Sometimes, I’d work so hard that my lips turned blue. I was desperate to hear them breathing in their beds. I turned on the heating pad and crawled under my blankets. “Not bad,” I’d think to myself as I glanced over my appearance in the mirror. I survived on coffee, dark chocolate and plain crackers. It was me who carried them up to bed by myself when they fell asleep in the car.