You do OK for a while and it comes in waves.

I had a dream last night that she had lost the weight she wanted, changed her hair cut and clothes and looked wonderful and she was happy. The new partner was funny, good looking, fit, successful and the kids loved him....

Although only a dream I woke up in a sh8t mood I must have made her so unhappy that a future without me was worth pursuing. This weekend 10 years ago was our wedding so I'm looking forward to that meltdown. I remember the Friday (tomorrow 10 years ago) going in search of shoes in Covent Garden having a coffee thinking my life was

As I was walked to the train station I did ponder how my day was going to get messed up. I am trying to adopt the 90 day no contact rule that Sair had put into practice. It was nearly a whole 12 minutes when I got into work when I got the first email.

Equity release isn't going to happen, if I move back in she'll move with the girls to Shropshire. That's the que for angry email

Spent Saturday with the girls and my mum at the Dr Who Experience, the 10 year old is now 11 (how the hell did that happen?). Yes I failed and I spoilt them rotten, I explained to the 7 year old that a life sized cardboard cut out of Amy (the Dr's assistant) would not fit in her bed room...so bought it anyway.

I handed over the statement for the children that filled out wrong, got texts asking why it was needed and had to explain that the welfare of children is the courts first obligation.... Then a number of emails trying to tie down how days she plans to be away per year - 30 last year and