Very recently I was delivered news which has come as a shock and the biggest blow of my life to date. I thought I cried buckets at the end of my marriage, but I have recently cried an ocean. To top it all, my solicitor has delivered the news to me that I cannot afford to buy my ex out, and the FMH will probably need a charging order. F*ckin great - he get's his chunk, I get mine then where do I live, where? I currently cannot afford to buy my own home, so what happens when I get my settlement when my youngest reaches 18. House prices will be even higher, I will be older and therefore

The FMH which I have been living in for the past 3 years has finally sold. I feel like it has been a symbol of our family life and with its demise, I feel the family structure goes with it. Well, I suppose the family structure broke down some time ago. My daughters are 22 and 20, both at university which is good and they return in the holidays. My younger daughter who lived with me for 18 months after the split goes to uni in the same town where my ex resides with the ow. The ex and I have a hostile relationship with virtually no communication. He has been much more confident with our

I've always had the idea of perfect Sunday's in my head. Autumn walks in the chilly sunshine, roast dinner in the oven when you get back, formula 1 on the TV. What could be better than that? So today I tried, took the girls to tesco did some shopping made chocolate cupcakes, watched the racing went to the park in that chilly sunshine and came home to a roast. It was pretty perfect. But, there's something missing, the other half of our family. She was at home doing her normal Sunday of laying in bed all day then walking out the door at six o'clock. Now don't get me wrong I don't want her back