The morning brings another weekend around and I find myself wishing it away and wishing my journey was a few months further down the line.

Things still feel so raw at times.

It seems, when things have went wrong for me, there has been more than one journey taking place.  The journey outward, the one which is perceived by family, friends, colleagues.  The patch up.  The statements of "I will be ok", "I will get there" etc. repeating over and over in the hope that it will convince them, convince me I am not lost. 

In my courageous moment, my journey has also begun inward... past all the nettles,

Well.  I should be 'working from home' (ahem) at the moment but on my 'lunch break' decided to have a gander and noticed that I had a personal message from one of the female 'good guys' no less! 

 You know who you are, and thank you.  You can also rest assured, gentle reader, that I shall probably remain as bitter as coffee granules spooned straight from the jar for quite a while.....

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My wife and I met in our teens, I think I was 15 and she

Where to start? This blog isn't about 'communicating, or 'sharing'.  It's for me to vent my spleen about the huge mistake I made when I was stupid enough to marry my wife.

If I'm lucky, I MAY get a legal aid certificate before I have to go to court over ancillary relief, where I'll be treated with contempt because I'm the one with a penis.  Funny really, when she's steadfastedly refused to discuss finances, or indeed ANYTHING since the separation in February last year.

I've already had to deal with a spurious application for a non-molestation order, based entirely on lies, completely on my