I think I'm in shock. Has this really just happened?

[Isthisreallyhappeningtome]

I've had a horrible year. A horrible horrible year. I escaped a violent relationship, was made homeless with a baby, tried to commit suicide and lost a family member on Xmas day.
Tonight my friends decided to club together and take me out for a night in a town we used to go to befire we all had children. My best friends his bad very kindly has taken my DD overnight. Please bare with me I'm rambling but I'm in shock.
I had a few drinks at a new bar and we decided to go to an old bar where I used to work. I was standing there when my friend who is the bar man places a drink in front of me. A gin and lemonade with a dash of grenadine. There is only one person in the world who knows I used to drink that and I just go numb. My friends says it's from that gentlemen across the bar and sure enough there stands my estranged husband who I haven't seen in 5 years.
He was shot a year after we got married and suffered terrible PTSD and it broke down our marriage. He left to go and sort himself out and I decided to try and move on. I never stopped thinking about him, never stopped loving him and now he's here, asleep next to me. I just can't believe this is happening and genuinely think I'm going to wake up in the morning and it was all a dream. I don't even know why I'm posting here I just needed to speak to somebody or someone to tell me that this is real!

It's at times like these I'm sad there's a smoking ban. Shit like this just isn't the same.

The heavy cigar smoke clears momentarily and OP locks eyes with the dashing sailor across the polished mahogany bar. There's a spark of recognition, her heartbeat falters one beat, two, and she utters a small gasp as she realises it's him, Chad (Dave), the one that got away...

Ambience.

I hope this is true because if it is I hope it is the start of things turning around for you.

Ooh I was just about to ask what grenadine is. So hope this story livens up soon. Starts with a bang, tails off with a snore.

Just googled grenadine - it's not even alcoholic. Fuck that shit

Maybe ops gone quiet because it's all real and marine man has woken up and is giving her a late Christmas present....

So you split up because of his PTSD but 5 years on it will all be hunky dory.

OK then.

I had an exdp who smelt of blue cheese... Just his head though (not that one those of you with dirty minded dispositions....) never could work out why it was only his head

To be fair Lynette he could have had counselling. Stop spoiling the story!

There was a reason for you two splitting up in the first place,you are moving way too fast.
All the best to you.

Anyone nominated this for classics yet? awaits tumbleweed

Was it naice blue cheese ie Dolcelate, or the pungent asda blue veined type though?

And did the smell stop suddenly if you moved down to his neck or did it gradually fade?

lovelies but they're only shagging!

I think it's lovely.....I hope this is the start of something good for you.

I love grenadine. Makes a nice addition to champagne, like a Kir Royale if you don't have the creme de cassis handy.

hope this story is real, because it would be lovely.

I can see entirely why the estranged DH would have had trouble tracking the OP down, if she's escaped a violent relationship, then she's probably flying under the radar as much as possible so her violent ex can't find her.

Maybe he's been hanging around her old haunts for some time, hoping to find her again? Or maybe it was just real luck that he was there (it does happen - I've had some really odd chance meetings with people I know in the strangest of places!)

An Orifice And A Genital

Quorn The words 'blue veined' makes me wretch as it was a euphemism from my teen years - blue veined piccolo

Anyway- the thing troubling me most here is that I've drunk copious amounts of gin for years and NEVER tried it with grenadine. I'm feeling horribly inadequate.

OP this sounds like a marvellous use of an afternoon, have fun and keep us posted.

Grenadine is the red bit of a tequila sunrise.

It does sound a bit like that ghost movie The Others with Nicole Kidman when her husband come out of the forest after being shot in the war.

But that's great. Are you happy to reconnect with him again. Do you know where he was and what he was doing? Did he just leave before?

Doesn't grenadine go in a Harvey wallbanger?

Awww op, I think it's absolutely lovely!

I think that Galliano goes in a harvey wallbanger. Which is alcoholic.

shamelessly placemarking

Hope it all works out for you, OP. Sounds like you deserve a bit of luck

Fingers crossed for you OP, this is fairy tale stuff, isn't it? Just take care.

Grenadine isn't alcohol, it goes in alcohol.

Good luck, OP.

Grenadine is pomegranate syrup, French (and possibly other nationalities, I
only know about the French) children have it diluted with water like orange squash, if you see what I mean. Also used in cocktails to give colour and flavour (I suppose, can't stand the taste myself!).

Oops, forgot to say, I hope this is a happy ending to 2015 for the OP!

Well I've read a couple of websites now and they confirm if you are married the father "usually" has automatically has PR regardless of whether his name is on the certificate or not. The "usually" is there due to a number of surrogacy court cases so that the father alone couldn't stop the surrogacy from proceeding (if the birth mother still agreed).

And as far as the comments about there being no checks about whose name you write down on the birth certificate - well exactly. You could not want your estranged husband to have PR and purposefully omit his name from birth certificate.

He still legally has PR - you didn't change the law by omitting it off a paper - and he can just apply for his name to be added via court.