Some years ago I agonised a great deal as many of us do about what to do with all that "Stuff" that was yours and hers. Its daunting to know what to do with her clothes that she left, her jewellery or things you know were once prized possessions. You mull over the options: charity shops, car boot, bin, tip, handing over to friends and family. Once you make a start the process becomes easier and easier and you wonder just why you procrastinated quite so much. I stalled over a number of framed prints we had collected and displayed around the FMH. Firstly I knew they we worth a few

This Saturday I went to a dance music festival in London with two friends. Two friends that probably wouldn't of been friends if it wasn't for my world getting turned upside down. I had such a great time and not once did I think of my life being rubbish or the stresses of divorce or doing the knowledge, I was free. If only for the day but it felt good. It opened my eyes, this was something I never would of done while with my stbx I actually couldn't think of anything worse but standing there in that wet field or hot sweaty tent I didn't want to be anywhere else at that moment. The people

Hi all, little update from me. So things have been calm enough recently, we have settled in to this strange routine of living together but living apart. It suits me at the minute. I've been trying my hardest to get along with her as much as possible although still not speaking much. A few weeks back she sent me some pictures of the kids while she was out at the park with them, something I put a stop to a while ago as I didn't think it was of any use to me to see my girls out with her without me. I said thank you and got a reply of 'well maybe you could send me some when you do stuff'. Fine