My daughter's party was a success and I'm now relaxing with a glass of wine at home. I dropped her off at my mums to give myself a break; I find exhaustion exasperates my emotions. My husband didn't phone, email or send a card to wish her a happy birthday, which has cemented my resolution to divorce him. Quite frankly, I think the man is a pile of s**t.

I had a couple of tearful moments when I remembered all the plans we'd discussed for her birthday party, how they both wanted a Dr Who theme as it's their ‘thing,' but I kept it together and stayed cheerful for her sake. I also had a wobble

He's really overstepped the mark this time.

Last night, he PROMISED our daughter that he'd be there for her birthday party tomorrow. He told her he'd take the day off, and would be there to help with all the arrangements. He even phoned me today asking to pick up a present and card for her, that he'd be around later to help wrap. She's has been jumping around all day, telling everyone who'll listen that her daddy will be coming to her birthday party, saying how much she's missed him.

I just got a phone call. He's cancelled. He said that he doesn't want to see her again as it's 'too confusing.'

I'm sorry I haven't updated. The day after my last blog, my husband said he wanted to come home. He transferred £300 to my account and asked that I bought new underwear, some DVD's and a meal for our ‘reconciliation.'

Dutifully, I had everything arranged for his return. I waited in beautiful new underwear, a cooked meal with candles, romantic music, and films I knew he'd enjoy. He didn't show up. I sat for three hours before deciding to give up.

The next day he phoned and said he'd come home around 2am, had knocked for ages, and accusingly asked why I hadn't answered the door. I seem to be the