Mornin wenches.
So apparently, it was bedtime about 2 hours before I went. Got to sleep at around 4a.m. That's the beauty of insomnia, it doesn't care whether you're pissed tipsy or not.
Shat myself that time was flying even faster than norm, until I realised iPhone had automatically changed itself. 
Mavis did you like my last msg? I typed most of it free handed like you did, with no concentration. Think it looks quite good reading back this morning. Like some secret language. A bit, you wouldn't know, if you didn't know, kind of thing.
Twit! I was going to send out a wench search party for you last night. Your dh sounds like a right twat! I know these things are always very complicated, but honestly, I'm only just starting the separating lives process, and while I have moments of sheer panic about future, I also know that the alternative, for me, would be a life sentence of misery.
Not to go all cheesy, but, you only get one shot at life. So for any of you who know deep down, you're not happy with your dh/dp, don't kid yourself, starting planning/thinking now for your extraction plan. I know for some it's just a bad patch. But I think instinctively, we know the difference. Some things never change.
Anyhoo, good luck, and best wishes to all you wenchy mothers today.
