Nov 07
2007
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The true storyPosted by LittleNix in my story, accepting its over |
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After reading other peoples blogs and my own again, I felt that I had come across as quite flippant about my seperation and impending divorce.
The truth is when it all happened, I was honestly devastated.
The first I noticed anything was wrong was August bank holiday. He had arranged to go to his Dad's down near Hastings, where his half brother and his girlfriend now live too - on his own without me, which was very unusual- but as I don't really drink and they can drink a small brewery dry, i thought fair enough, so I stayed at home on my own with the arangements that I would pick him up the