I sorted out a couple of cupboards in preparation for our stealth departure. Wedding presents, leaving behind stuff. I can just imagine H looking in the cupboards and seeing abandoned Tommee Tippee cups, baby photos, not knowing if he will ever see his children again. It's breaking my heart. Even though I know he is not a nice person, I feel so awful at how much pain I am about to inflict on another human being. Not long to go, just a couple of weeks, so much to do, still don't know where we'll live exactly. Feel scared and shitty. If anyone has anything comforting to say-I'd so love to hear it. I feel like such a fuck up.