My therapy session today made me think of what things make me happy. For so long I did what made him happy. If he wanted to do something even if I wasn't particularly interested I would do it because I just wanted to make him happy. He didn't. He never went to the movies with me, stopped travelling with me, didn't like trivia nights, didn't want to walk with me to keep fit etc. etc. His excuse was that he was too tired. So now, it's all about me! Happiness for me is........... My daughter, her laughter, her goodness, her love, her smile My clumsy, scruffy

I went back to work this week after a long break (Australian summer holidays). I think it was what I needed. The days have flown and I noticed that I haven't been feeling as sad or distraught. I have been taking Chinese herbal medicine. Maybe it's starting to kick in. This week things have become clearer to me too. I know that I am better off without him. I know that i will survive. I know that whatever happens I will always have ME. Went to yoga again and I loved it. Next week I am joining a choir. I'm absolutely cr@pp*&g my pants but It's something I've always wanted to do. I don't