What a week. I feel like I have been on a rollercoaster this week with my emotions and nothing has really changed.

After an exhausting 4 days with sick (literally) child we have both started the week tired. Then it went down hill from there. The Good Life, or living the dream as us expats call it turned sour. Like many British moving to France we have loads of space, loads of buildings (in different state of repair) and we like the return to old times, old ways and to nature. No we don't have the same stresses as city folk but still have stresses.

I won't bore you with all the ins and outs of

 

hi blog...well its nearly 12.30 on thursday am...

im unhappy....very unhappy...

ive had a row with a friend and i hate it...

im miserable and i hate the fact that ive rowed with this person. he means alot to me...

i just needed somewhere to vent my misery..my friend will probably be suffering too but i think ive just been too pig headed and stubborn to answer the phone..it wasnt even a proper row !!! he just said something that upset me...how stupid is this !! lifes to short to have upset times...

i cant believe ive let him go tonight on a row...i know i wont sleep properly now...and neither

so tomorrow is the day my ex gets married to that thing, do i wish him well not at all, hope he forgets his decree absolute hope it pours down on that beach.Am i bitter no angry ,angry at the way he has treated me and our children , angry the decree absolute was granted without my knowledge , angry we have a FH soon , angry he could forget his own children angry he plays games still dictates what sort of life the children can have as he picks and chooses when he wants to pay child support.In our whole marriage he paid for us to go on holiday once yet for her nothing is too much even down to