Happy Anniversary

There wasn't anything much to celebrate about today. He forgot. But then again he always did anyway, so that was nothing new. 

I went for lunch with my daughter, I went out for tea with my friends. The sun shone - and I tried not to think about the fact that no-one wants to buy our house (or any house) at the moment because of the Brexit and so we are still glued-together in a situation that goes from benign indifference to thinly-veiled resentment to shouting and crying. Actually I'm the only one who cries, even though I think overall it's the right thing. 

So why am I crying? I cry for the wasted opportunity. We had such a great life. We had everything going for us. We had fun together, we had a lovely family. A lot of effort went into making that possible.  And therein lies the problem. 

Our fundamental disagreement is that he thinks I let him down - at home, in the business, in bed. Basically I drove him into the arms of other women. Few women are likely to be able to provide the full 5* service offering that I did, but hey good luck with that one mate. Strangely enough I disagree with his view of the situation. 

So on we trudge, still shackled unwillingly together. I am now facing the prospect that all the plans I made will come unstuck and I'll be back to square one. I am really struggling with this. I see a cloudbank of despair on the horizon and I am doing everything I can to outrun it.  Let's hope the wind will change.