So DH left a year ago tonight. It has been shite. It became clear he had been having an affair for 2 years before he left. He is now firmly in a relationship with her; playing happy families with my children and hers.
We have been to mediation; I am in counselling. I am nearly whole again I think. Not quite but nearly.
I am here tonight on my own, drinking champagne listening to my music having spend an obscene amount of money on clothes for my holiday with the children next week.
i think I might just about survive this. Not quite happy yet, nor content with where I find myself, definitely lonely on occasions. But I will I think be okay.
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