It is nearly 1am, and I have spent half the evening on MN digging out old posts (I have now name changed) from 2008 and onwards where I was constantly seeking advice and support for my ailing relationship with the father of my two DDs.
Just over a year ago I found the strength to leave my 15 year relationship. And then I found my RAF officer. OK, well, maybe I will admit to a very brief period of double-running, but as soon as I met Mr RAF I knew I couldn't let him go.
A year and a bit on and I can honestly say I've never been happier. The challenges of balancing 2DCs, a full time job and a long distance relationship are interesting. And I have NO IDEA how this will ever work, really, as I've kept him secret from the kids (wanted to make sure it was going to last!) he's down south and I'm north and the chances of us ever living together are remote :-(
But the fact remains I am beyond crazy about him; I now live for my weekends away with him where I escape being a mum and pretend I'm 21 again. Oh and the balls! I sometimes secretly wish I'd met this man 20 years ago. Oh well.
So here it is, an absolutely pointless, late-night post from someone who has the school run and work in the morning and should be fast asleep, but is instead perusing this board and realising just how f**g good it was to make all those tough decisions last year.
That is all xxxxxx