Oh dear, where to begin. Recap - Co-own hotel with STBX. Also work a day job Mon - Fri, to ease cahsflow in hotel. She decides that if I won't move out of the hotel, she will. So has gone and rented a house. Announces to me that she is going, and taking kids. Kids B15, G12, B8. I point out to her that it is not ncessarily up to her to decide where the kids may or may not want to live. The elder 2 will have their views taken into account by a court, and they may NOT want to leave home and go to rental. STBX has seen a sol recently, and realises that actually, although she couldn't

Last few day's feelings: Definitely not coping

I've not been on here for a while. That's because I couldn't face it. I've used up far too much energy trying to appear normal to the rest of the world, particularly my daughter, when in fact I am dying. I think I'm putting myself through some sort of self induced torture to try and get all the emotion out in one go. However, I didn't realise just how intense those emotions would be.

The weekend was bad, the worst couple of days in my life, without wishing to appear too dramatic. It was a series of little things that built up and up to a big

Warning: Unfair bitterness and somewhat unreasonable points of view in ths post.

Sorry, I just don't have it in me at the moment to be properly pi$$ed off. Really feeling quite empty at the moment.

Bitter: Because today she told me that when I am putting on a brave face (for our daughter) and being jolly and stuff, she feels sad. This after I told her something very similar (mentioned in an earlier blog post I think) and she got angry and basically told me I was being unreasonable. Well, there you go. I guess what's ok for her is not ok for me.

Twisted: Because I definitely want out now.