Drink: Gin Martini.
Reason: Today I had a proper grown up, sit down at a table conversation (like we're in the Godfather) with my ex to discuss getting him off my mortgage. We are 4 years post-separation (long story) and I genuinely can't describe how much I was dreading this conversation (borderline panic attacks) but am actually tearful at how mature and sensible we were.
He's happy with my offer (I'm not rich, it's a very modest offer - but he has big debts). My tiny terraced house will now be mine and my DC's alone. I can't believe it.
Anyone else celebrating a victory tonight?