So into the Blogosphere I go, not something I've ever done before. It feels strange but I have to start doing something with these thoughts, even if it is just talking to myself.

Because it is now over eight months since I moved out and it is not getting any better, or any easier, or feeling anything other than just horribly wrong.

Eight months since I moved out from our house to a flat. The usual story. A Dad Flat. Sad Dad. Dad in a Flat, the world's least funny sitcom, now starring Weekend Dad. Out of the family home, our home, full of noise and kids and dog and gerbils, to this. Listless

It's been a while since I blogged....

but, I'm feeling a lot brighter...so wanted to write it down (so I can come back to it)....

I went to bed...couldn't sleep (got a rotten cold)... but was just laying there thinking about things..

I am aware that there is a long way to go yet... but my emotions seem to have settled a bit these past couple of weeks... I will deal with the practical issues as and when they arise, and hopefully with far less emotion than I was six weeks ago...

You know.... looking back at how I was nearly three months ago... I can see that I have moved on a little, as many wise

Having a funny old day today. Thoughts all over the place, head in bits. Nothing new there then! :lol: Our hotel hosted a silver wedding at the weekend. Have known the couple since I was at school, going on 30 years. Seeing them so happy and fulfilled, with all their children, friends and family around them upset me. That just isn't going to be for me. So it's a feeling sorry for myself day. Get it out of my system and write it all down. Feel better for having done something positive. Went to see my children's heads of year this morning, as I am concerned about their perfomance at