All references to my marriage and life with my husband must now be in the past tense. My love is past. It didn't end peacefully, crawl to a snail's pace and die. He killed it one night just a s surely as if he'd beaten me and left me for dead. I know my memories of that night are frozen in the horror of his words but I remember asking, why don't you just kill me? In effect that's what he did. My life changed so dramatically overnight. Why? Because he believed he'd found love with my friend.

At first the pain at its passing was tremendous. It felt as though the earth was falling away from me,

I feel like writing a blog today. I received my Decree Absolute (YAY!!!), but I'm still waiting for the Consent Order to be approved (it will be, won't it???) - however, I still think this warrants a bottle of Champagne - of which I'm on my third glass (fourth not far away), which probably explains my inclination to talk about myself ;)

Basically, Spring is in the air (apart from the hailstones at lunchtime and forthcoming showers) and I am nearly out of this hellish hole of depression and anxiety. It may be a little premature to be celebrating (and DIVORCEE is not a word I'm in love with),