Actually I consider I got off lightly. And once I exited the relationship I could forgive him for being a weak fool, and that was very liberating. One of my teaching colleagues was married to an alcoholic/drug addict. She was divorced and making a new life for herself and her two DC, when he eventually died in a house fire, which was probably started by him dropping a fag on the bed in a drunken stupor. If she'd stayed, they would probably all have perished.
So pleased DS is doing better, Tilly. There's no place like home. His mates have been the best, haven't they?
Nice to hear from you, NU, but sorry about DSonIL I hope he gets a diagnosis and treatment soon.
WAF I'd be going stir crazy but if the writing is coming on, it is worth it.
DD and I have been out for breakfast and supper today. Naughty. But this afternoon I visited the neighbour here in the flats, our key holder who is terminally ill and has moved into a home after a fall. I'm very fond of her but she is not long for this world, sadly. The home was quite awful and smelt really horrid. I am thankful that we found such a lovely home for Ddad, since the alternatives are bleak. Crepeys researching homes for dear parents, go for the best you can afford. The fees are crippling, it must be said but anything is better than what I witnessed this afternoon.