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

I separated from my wife of 12 years back in August '16 after a 2 year battle with broken trust, which was the result of a meaningless drunken kiss I gave a girl on a work night out. The kiss came about at the end of the night, standing outside the bar at 3am when we were all saying our farewells to the girl, whom I had worked with for 4 years. When it came to my turn to say goodbye, we hugged and