Still in the same home waiting to get divorced. It's not especially acrimonious but it's turgid and hideous. Our days play-out like a tragicomedy. The strange secrecy around each other - hiding paperwork, hiding emails. Tip-toeing around being overly polite. Making each other cups of tea and saying 'here you are' brightly with awkward fake smiles (which I pour it down the sink because I irrationally think he's poisoning me!) Driving to mediation together, me sobbing through the whole thing and then we drive home together feeling utterly wrung-out. Finding horrible, 'how to screw-your-spouse-over' notes made in Solicitors' meetings and feeling like you've been hit round the face with a wet fish. So the secrecy gets worse. Then he makes a meal and it's back to 'Sir is all politeness!" And crocodile smiles. Hideous! There's no such thing as an amicable divorce, I know, I'm apparently having one- wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy!