I have been awake since three this morning because i have to go to mediation this afternoon. I hate it. Last time x brought a list of my faults which included that on one of his visits into my house my laundry basket was full. All in the company of two women smiling inanely asking how i feel inside and would we both like to wipe our emotional slates clean. No i would like to wipe the smile off his face actually, and no i don't want to list his positives. Oh ok then heres a few, he is a constant amusement to my friends and family and has brought many an hour of laughter, he makes me feel extremely intellegent in comparison, he thinks i am Sylvia Plath, which makes his disillusional which is obviously why he left me in the first place.
Half past five in the morning and i am deep breathing, the joys of separation is there no end.