I saw my husband today, there he was, just standing on the side of the road, talking to someone. I have not seen him since he left, well only once but that was nearly four months ago and then it was fleeting and angry and horrid. I was approaching the crossroads in my car. I saw him standing there on the side of the road. There is my husband I thought and for a moment it felt normal like it did before I knew. He looked normal as he always had before I knew - tall and dark and strong. Then it hit me like a railroad train all consuming a huge surge of all those dreadful emotions that I

I have not "blogged" for some time...been abusing the forum space instead. It's one of those blogs without a purpose aside from cathartic rambling...it's one of the only things that keeps me sane right now. OK...so the situation. Well, she's still here until the new flat comes off (two more weeks perhaps - she has nowhere to go and I will not kick her out - it's her flat too). We live in a 2 bed flat - which makes it hard to ensure complete avoidance of each other. Our agreement is that we'll keep out of each other's way in the days - as far as possible - and she'll stay with her friend in

If your having a glum bank holiday this may just cheer you up a bit. Its a true story about my willie, yup you read it right i said willie. Turn the clock back to when i was 7, i was in the boys loo`s at school and the boy stood next to me said oi that looks wrong, it just looked like a willie to me but then it would, so anyway i went home and said mam does this look alright to you, she slapped me upside the head and sent me off to dad, i suppose getting it out in the kitchen while she was cooking was a bit of a mistake. So the next day i`m at the doctors, i did not understand a word