Well its 0405 on a dark Monday morning when I started to write this, I will post it Monday. My wife moved in next door as she said she was going to do that’s it game over. My home even though my daughter is here feels cold, desolate and unwelcoming. I’ve been doing stupid things to occupy myself all night long. I have been sleeping in the spare room for a while now but I stripped the double bed we used to share took everything off it and washed the lot on a hot wash. That was a comfy bed too but tomorrow I’m going to buy a new one, bedding pillows and all. Don’t ask me why but I can’t face

My wife and I sat down and discussed things yesterday, going over the same old ground and yet again I ended up very upset pouring my heart out but for what? did it do any good? No it didn’t, she has decided to move next door today with him. I thought it would be good to put some space between us, but its hurting me like hell. I don’t know if I can deal with it but know I have too. I have to get used to the fact that my wife is next door with that pot smoking low life? I loved that woman so much I should hate her; I know I should after all the lies, deceit and hurt she has caused this family.

Now Updated read more tab didnt work this morning?? Well yesterday was a bad day for me it was the first time I saw my wife accepting a lift to work from my next door neighbour. She smiled and waved as they drove off but for me it hurt like hell it was a red rag to a bull. Blood boiling I went upstairs threw all her clothes into bin liners and dumped them outside his door. Rang and told her what I had done and went off to buy new door locks That’s what she wants, that’s what she can have I reasoned with myself. What a Bloody fool I was? I knew I had no right in law to do that and by the time