Afternoon lovelies 
Well, your little man Nemo had the time of his life this morning. He was followed round by three girls, all pretty of course
, asking him if he was okay, showing him round, helping him get the toys he wanted.
Oh, he lapped it up! All smiles and fluttering his eyelashes he was! At snack time he even went over to the food and tried to take some of the food! He played outside and climbed through tunnels, up onto a wooden tractor and for those two hours this morning, looked like any other 2 yr old boy. 
Yet another bit of normality to add to his day.
Well, DH has read the e-mail. There was me shitting myself thinking the worst. Nope. He came in and held me and said that I'd already told him most of it when we very first met. He knew about the rapes, the beatings, the fact I was thrown out in my underwear in the middle of winter.
I seriously don't remember telling him about it. He said that we talked for hours when we first met, after we'd fallen deeply in love with one another and I'd opened up to him. Not all in one go, over a series of days and weeks, it all came out.
I am so lucky to have him. He's not cross or upset with me. He knew that I was waiting to be shouted at when I came home earlier. All he has done is hold me close and tell me he loves me.
They broke the mould when they made him, that's for sure.
Thanks for all of your support Babes, now I feel I can move forward with DH by my side. I can open the boxes slowly and let him in. I can let him help me, I can lean on him and not have to hide my shame. He can hold me when I feel raw. I can tell him why I feel unsettled, why I can't sleep.
I know he won't judge me. I know that he won't think me to be damaged goods, broken and soiled.
I am his wife. He chose to spend the rest of his life with me and I him. Which is all I've ever wanted out of relationship. Equality and love.