Mostly I'm ok.  I know that getting out was the best thing to do and have worked hard at reconstructing my life as a single person.  But I am always aware that I have very mixed up emotions. I feel sorry for my ex even though his situation is entirely of his own making.  I resent the fact that he doesn't realise (a) that I have been very reasonable ande financially generous, (b) that the effort involved in keeping up a facade of being civil and reasonable is actually very very stressful and (c) that he professes not to understand why I am upset and angry with him.

Then today I wanted to check

Well it's been a miserable week.  The only bright spot was the London wikimeet (JE you have no idea how much I needed that!).  I am clearly useless at picking husbands, now I know that I am useless at picking landlords too. I received an eviction notice because the landlord is in arrears on the mortgage.  I have to vacate the place in a matter of weeks. The landlord insists it is a mistake; the lawyers for the bank won't discuss what they insist are confidential details even though all I have asked them to do is to agree to delay the eviction in return for receiving payment direct from me. 

So I've lost my husband, my home and my dogs.  But ... have found a shabby but not too bad flat, have just done being the ebay queen buying cheap stuff to furnish it, and have even started inviting people round. 

The last tenant did a runner.    Bailiffs turned up last week about unpaid council tax ...  I have been a bit worried that I haven't yet been told which deposit scheme I'm in.  Someone said, wouldn't it be funny if it turned out the landlord wasn't paying the mortgage.  And, hey ho, this morning the man from Santander rang the door bell.  Yes, folks, there are 'serious arrears'.  So