At the risk of sounding flippant, I honestly right now miss my cleaning lady more than my x. Seriously. And not only because I can't believe how dusty things get and how quickly, and wonder how she managed to keep a great big house full of children clean when I am struggling to clean up after myself with this one. The woman who came and cleaned house for me worked for me for over 20 years (longer than my marriage), and saw me through childbirth and separation and three house moves. She had the key to my home and was often there all alone. She never stole so much as a penny from me.

18 months post divorce...so where am I at? The past year and a half have been let's say..'interesting'... in turns terrifying, involving, hopeful and shocking. I eventually moved house in Sept 2015 into a nice 3 b3d flat not too far from where I lived before. Neat place...spent a few months painting and sorting out furniture. I was helped by a very nice woman I met on a casual date (there were lots and lots of dates. Why not?? I enjoyed being in 'the game' again but this one person stood out and we immediately began seeing each other to the exclusion of anyone else. I digress. I'd just got

I know its been said a million times on here "the is light at the end of the tunnel"... well I think I may finally have made it! Something changed this week. Things fell into place a bit. Worries lifted following a simple letter "all clear" from the hospital. I will need on going monitoring but out the other side. The very next day I received signed resignation forms from my ex father in law in relation to him being a Trustee on our family trust. A HUGE relief as this was affecting my relationship with the rest of my family and causing my mother too much stress and worry. It feels