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

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

I feel like I'm on a more even keel lately. I feel comfortable on my own in the house and am enjoying the freedom to do what I like, when I like and how I like it. I've reached out to people and cooked dinners, visited them at their places, quelling the little voice inside me that tells me that they won't want to come for dinner or entertain me because I'm boring and/or broken. I'm able to give more effort at work. I am able to concentrate and have an awareness of when my mind is wandering so that I can get back to the task in hand. My smashing boss is away in Hong Kong, but unlike last time,