Just checking if its allowed to stay in bed having a cry on the day after the most heartbreaking but surprisingly fine first christmas as a separated family. The grownups behaved themselves the children seemed happy and I came home to my empty flat and today stretched out with no plans. A pity party for 1. Jeepers I sound pathetic. I know the decision to split (apparently all mine) is the right one but holly shit on a rock it feels harder than ever today. Oh and I have a horrible cold. Right sad rant (sant?) over. Anyone else negotiated a new 'first' christmas?