2017.

Sold the marital home ,  sorted all his junk, and lacked everything, with the help of our lovely grown up daughter. I’m now in my own little bungalow. I organised some work, e.g new kitchen,  new drive,  and electrical installations.

The pension share has just come to fruition , first payment 1st September, would have been 3 months sooner, but true to style ex delayed his paperwork by that three months.

I had to move to a different area, but gave settled nicely. Joined a community choir.

Made several new

Its not the first time I have reflected on the challenging time of Christmas when people are / have experienced loss. You might recall how my first yuletide was spent alone in a dark room curled up in ball. The years since then have been a gradual process of slowly but surely allowing the light to enter back in but in carefull steps and with nothing rushed. The simple fact is that frivolity has no place in a broken heart at least for a time. Just as we might hear people moaning about things at work or complaints about this and that, the thought of having to participate in a long family

Rewind a few weeks...

He's gone into St Thomas's hospital today for quadruple heart bypass surgery. A high court sheriff has turned up at the house requiring 2k for an outstanding bill. My dad's paid up.

The husband on the other hand has left us with nothing. Nada.  He's not worked properly for months, hasn't bothered to put anything aside, nor come up with a plan. I'm working full time and paying for everything. 

Dad tells me to sort my life