118 days. So much has happened yet in a lot of ways everything is exactly the same.


I'm still in a lousy marriage that I should have left a long time ago.
I lost a lover and almost lost a friend because of it.
I gained a new relative when a family member gave birth.
My mother lost a friend to death.
I took my children to Blackpool. They absolutely loved it. I enjoyed it as much as I could but being responsible takes away a lot of enjoyment from life.
I drove to Dublin on a whim one night to meet up with some friends. 2 hours isn't that much really but when you grow up in a small country and your live revolves around anything that can be accessed within 30 minutes then it was a real adventure for me!


So...


Here I am...


Crying internally...


Feeling as alone as I ever have...


118 days and it's all just the same