I'm a lifelong atheist but if there's anyone up there, they must be trying to tell me something...
So today, after much soul searching H & I came to the decision to split up. We'd been together for 9 years, two lovely DC. I'd been unhappy for a long time, mainly due to his fairly aggressive temper and penchant for sitting watching repeats of CSI and the like on TV, night after night after night. For years and years.
Beneath the dark humour I'm actually quite upset, and this evening was questioning the decision to split up. After all, there's always a way to work things out if you really want to, isn't there?
Then (here's the sign from above bit) DS1, 6 y o, came out of his room covered in sick. His bed (pillow, duvet, mattress, beloved teddy, part of bedroom carpet) also, covered in sick. I rushed him to the bathroom, shower, clean pjs, drink of water, cuddle. Clean sheets, clean duvet, attempt to clean mattress, replacement teddy. During all this, H popped his head round the door and made DS cry by saying quite harshly "DS1, why have you been sick?" then dissapeared to the sofa only to reappear to say goodnight to DS once he was back in bed.
Leaving is the right option, isn't it?