Well after the day I had yesterday I was reluctant to venture out of bed this morning, but the girls wouldnt let me hide away.  I know what happened yesterday was kinda funny yet when I thought about it I just wanted to cry. To be honest I have cried at least once a day for past few weeks. but i guess that just part of the healing process. Yesterday was just a bad day and not a sign of things to come.Today I have managed to last the whole day without braking anything.

It has been a hard day trying to get things sorted,  seperating myself finacially and officially from my husband felt like I was putting the lid on the coffin, but it is something that must be done and sooner rather than later.

It felt odd as we are getting on really well and he has even indicated that he would like to come home, me I'm not rushing into that, I would never rule it out, but first I need to pull myself up from the floor. His leaving has knocked me for six and I need to get things in order, I need to find me before I can think about us.  It may be cold but I  can not and will not leave myself in such a vulnerable position again. I  dont think my metal health could take it