The tides of my life, my emotions, are constantly chaning.
But for the moment, I feel like I'm riding the waves rather than being dumped and pummeled underneath them.
I saw our house for the first time in a year last week, and I understood the real meaning of despair.
For The Man to leave it like that - like one of those Council flats they bulldoze rather than try and clean, made my guts wrench...and not just from the food left in the fridge for a year.
This, the man who would move the fridge and clean under it while the kids slept, has given up so completely that he would leave an empty house full of groceries and letters on the carpet.
I wanted to cry...but I've done enough of that.
Instead I rang the buyer who wants our second block and I asked him for a firm offer.
There's no going back now.
There's too much work ahead of me for that.
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