Just watched the film 'Sylvia' (Gwyneth Paltrow) - very sad. I read a biography of her a few years ago and the way she prepared for her suicide really stuck with me - how much she was thinking of her children, even when she was so near the end.
And - probably irreverent, but after half a bottle of wine I don't care - it occurred to me that she would probably have been OK these days. Mumsnet and Prozac would have got her through. Imagining the advice...
"He's not worth it, love (((hugs))). Get yourself to the GP and get some anti-d's. Forget that barstool - leave him to his new woman and their baby - he'll get his come-uppance one day. You're worth more than that."
Poor Sylvia 