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Jul 03
2008
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Just when I thought I was doing really well, and all in the garden of life was blooming, it start to rain, not just a light refreshing shower, but a great deludge of big fat raindrops.
My worries are minor in comparison to many, I realise that, but they are still there, occupying my head all the time, pushing the good thoughts and feelings to the back of my mind.
I worry that he, the x2b, will come back and try to move back in (something that has always concerned me, probably unnecessarily), him changing his mind about the separation agreement, deciding that he wont consent to a





