The horrible weekend spent with my younger daughter has led to some reflecting on myself and how I dealt with separation. Firstly, I did indeed leave my wife, I was the one who walked although it was not for another woman or because of any form of mid life crisis. I left because my wife refused to accept how I dealt with my eldest daughter, who was the fruit of a relationship which predated my marriage, but which my wife knew about, coming back into my life. I was overjoyed, she wasn't and I wasn't enough of a diplomat to deal adequately with the situation. It wasn't until much later that I

I had my daughter over from France for Easter. I was looking forward to it but as soon as she arrived she starting kicking off about how I don't see my brother and his wife anymore. I explained they sided with my wife and were nasty with me and she replied they were right. Then she kicked off big time the next day which put a big dampener on the rest of the weekend. I won't go into the ins and outs here but I left her mother 4 years ago because she made me very unhappy, depressed and suicidal. She, the ex, now lives the dream with a bloke so she's okay although she got the greater share of

Well, nothing to report unfortunately, I still haven't been as there's always something else to do. I'm decorating a bedroom (still got to paint it) and I've had the kitchen done so now I'm thinking of selling the house I only bought 4 months ago. Silly, I know but those roots refuse to grow. I don't belong here. I've had a crap week at work having to be the manager and sort out the office bickering which would be hard for someone who wasn't depressed. No-one at work knows what state my mind is in. I feel like jacking it in and I could but then I really would have to sell the