Hi everyone, sorry not to have been around much - home computer is so slow these days and work is too hectic. Have just skimmed through and have been aghast at Baffy and Ginnny's posts.
Ginnny, hope you and xp manage to remain civilised - for the dcs' sake as well as your own. I felt so sad for that exchange between your boys.
Baffy - I am So sorry. I am also sorry for the other man, and I suspect she's like a cat - who knows WHO the father may be?! But it really looks like you need to draw a line under this and leave the three of them to flounder around in this sick, unhealthy triangle. He's never going to be the man you want whilst he allows her to terrorise him. Did you say something a while back about changing your phone numbers? At least you won't get the deranged calls then.
As for us, DD and I had a fabulous time at V - and the sun shone!!!! We only got wet on Sunday night, when the rain started at 10pm and drenched us all through Kaiser Chiefs, but who cared! Traffic wasn't too bad either. Muse were visually the most stunning,amazing performance of the whole weekend!! They really work those satellite dishes.
DD got her GCSE results this morning and is hysterical - one A*, one A, 6 Bs and a C - so she can go to my old school and do the subjects she wanted. Huge relief!
DP was with us the last three days. He was very tired and drank too much the first couple of nights, sad as the mother of a close friend died last week and he couldnt attend the funeral. We had a bit of a talk about 'things' on Tuesday night, first time we'd touched on them since Relate. He said he still feels unhappy in the house, feels it isn't his home and he doesn't look forward to coming back, but admitted things are slightly less black since Relate, he's looking forward to more sessions, and though he thinks there's a lot of working through to do, he doesn't think it's hopeless. Made me feel sad, but hopeful - and yesterday we slept a lot, made wonderful love in the afternoon (always better when we're sober ) and had friends round in the evening for a lovely meal. The friend I confided in asked how things were, and she said he's looking a lot better and happier than when she saw him in July. He certainly was more his old self and told me later that he'd really enjoyed our afternoon in bed - even the sleeping bit - and so we parted feeling much happier about things.
Course, the proof of the pudding will be in September, when he comes home for good. He's back at the library, so will have a job, albeit badly paid, but we still need to address the 'making his home his own' question. The one thing I hold onto is that he does say he loves me, he's just finding very difficult to adjust to the shared home issue and feels he ought to give up acting because of the financial side. He acknowledges the pressure's coming from him, not from me, but he's finding it hard, very hard.