Today is 5 years since my father died at the age of 93 frozen to death in his beloved house half way up a hill in Scotland. I had planned to take my daughters up to visit for Christmas, having to some extent gotten over his effectively disinheriting my brother and me in favour of our sister after my brother decided to come out as a gay. My father blew a fuse at that and later said our sister 'was the only one who supported him' when he wanted to disinherit our brother. Stupidly I argued with my father and told him to get used to the 21st Century. A very sad episode- as my brother killed

Annoyingly stbx has taken all our pictures out of the album I made from our first 8 years together pre-marriage when I thought all was reasonably good. Sad. Perhaps she does not want me to have any happy memories of our time

The bipolar suspicion does get me down. I feel everything is coloured by it and that stbx will happily use it against me to get her way. I am debating whether to fight the DVLA with a solicitor and a second opinion from their pet shrink before it becomes yet more entrenched as the World's view of me. How can I show the World that I am Ignatz Mouse and stbx is the Krazy Kat around here? She is such a good actress and so manipulative- years of practice, I suppose, and careful training in her old job and her upbringing. How can an honest man- well, fairly honest man- survive all this?