After seeing the financial advisor yesterday to see if I can afford to buy stbx out and then trawling through loads of paperwork etc, I overslept this morning and when I did wake up my first thought was - my god, he's left me. That was it, I could hardly even get out of bed. I phoned work made an excuse about upset tum but I forced myself to get dressed and go to work, even though we work for the same company and I knew it meant I would see him. I cried all the way to work, not so much about him but more for everything else that is encompassed in the ripple effect that has turned my entire

I have been seperated for 3 weeks today (26/10) and to be totally honest apart from the general stress of seperating, I really don't miss him that much. He left me for a friend but she honestly is one of the ugliest, most unfortunate trolls you would ever have the misfortune to meet. That irks me more than anything. I can only assume that he felt sorry for the miserable walrus but who knows and who cares. I am still young enough I can start again and I fully intend