Hello, everyone. Thank you for your good wishes. I will be brief and then I don't want to talk about it again: He arrived home last night at 7.20pm and went straight to the spare room. I literally didn't see his face (I was watching telly in the lounge) all night. I woke up at 12.10pm today and he had gone out. The cats were fed and he'd been for my Sunday paper. I pottered about for an hour then walked through the park to Tesco where I spotted him through a hedge beside the bowling green, alone, with his head in his hands. I ignored him and went on my way. I have only food-shopped for myself. I have been online and filled out a 19-page application form for social housing to be near my mum. 'Twould be a massive wait normally but, as I'm pregnant and my home is being demolished mid-September, I'm assuming this will give me some priority.
I thought I would feel lonely but, largely, I don't; he's hardly here anyway and when he is he is shattered.
I, too, am getting stabby pin-pricks up my vadge but am ignoring them.
I am mostly saddened by the fact that this pregnancy has become joyless since The Trouble. I am aware, however, that this is natural with what's going on, so I'm unperturbed.
I wish you all my friends in RL; I'm regretting fucking all mine off in recent years...