Checking in 
I'm ok. My house is a tip but clothes are clean, if unironed. People have been fed, if not the most nutritious fare.
Dc were with LCB this weekend and I was working. Only got a hour or so with them tonight basically getting them to bed.
Tucking Ds into bed and he was a bit upset. After a bit of probing he still wants daddy to come back. To be a team again. He knows that's not going to happen. He doesn't want to be in our wee house; he wants to be in "the big house" (presumably one of the ones we went to look at in March/April and had spent months saying we were moving to)
I told him I was sorry I couldn't give him what he wanted but that I'm doing the best I can for him and his sister. He was so apologetic but I said he had a right to his feelings and I understood.
I said I was sorry if he was unhappy. He said he was sorry I was unhappy; that it wasn't my fault. We were both crying but I told him that crying is sometimes good because it can get your bad feelings out and make you feel better. That I wasn't unhappy except that he was.
I said that he might not have realised but daddy had been really unhappy with mummy. It had nothing to do with him or his sister but daddy had made a decision to try to make himself happy. That this isn't what I thought was going to happen either but that, although it might be difficult to see now, things might end up better than before. He's really into the idea of God ATM so I said that he should have faith that God has a plan. That I was sorry he was learning so young that life is so complicated and that I couldn't explain in a way he'd understand but, one day, he would understand and know that I'd tried my very best.
I kept saying I was so happy he was talking to me about how he was feeling. That I'd always listen and be there to help him. That my job as his mummy is to do just that. That I'd always do what's best for him and his sister; but that didn't mean he'd always get what he wants. Just that I'd always put their happiness first.
Amazingly, he fell asleep very soon after. And we'd had a giggle about his sister snoring really loudly in the next room 
I'm so sad for him. He feels so much but bottles it up. Right up until he can't hold it in.
I feel bad for crying with him (and I blame LCB totally for making me question myself with this because I know I wasn't doing it to manipulate but I doubt myself for showing any emotion
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