Been another one of those weekends, didnt have the children, so by today, was gaspin for them, like people who smoke but have run out of fags me thinks.

Had a social ish weekend, went out with mates on Saturday, had a great time, people attempted to pair me off, with single friends, went red, had a laugh, etc.

I have an interview tomorrow, its a second interview, fingers crossed, would be another leap up the ladder financially, and a great opportunity, hope I do well.

Tuesday, is children night, I try and finish early on Tuesdays so I can pick up the kids by 5, I get a call from my ex, asking

I am confused; it's not that difficult for me to be this way!

You see, when I was with my ex I was miserable, probably 80% of the time, and probably from about year 5, so for most of the time that we were together, well I thought I was.   Before we were married, our relationship was already over, I  knew that she wasn't the one for me,  don't know why I didn't have the guts to say so, would been less difficult then it ended up being, however I would not have had my angels!

All of my close friends are in long term relationships, and none of them are happy well if you look at it this way, they

So its Saturday night, I have had a nice day with the children and I am sat alone in my flat.

I like my flat, it is great, large, cheap, nice bathroom, kitchen, good location etc, but I have to leave come November, coz its not mine.

I  confirmed that I will take the cottage that is smaller, less nice, etc, but 3 mins from the kids today, the estate agents were happy, they havent known me long, but long enough to know that I am nice, honest, etc, shame my ex didnt see these things as being worthy.

My kids love me, totally, I love them more than anything, why  couldnt my ex, bitch.

So, I am