I sit alone in Silsden in a pub enjoying a pint of bitter. It feels like my life is about to start. I am unbelievably excited and yet it's going to be upsetting too. Leaving a marriage wasn't on the plans but it's necessary. It's either that or rot, and make my wife rot too.
Twelve months from now I hope to live a different life with my wonderful son. I am slowly taking my valuables to work so that I can make a clean break for it when the house is ready. I want to avoid a big blowup if I can. Is it wrong to want to split up so much?. I am in control  of my destiny. I think a  good cry will be best eventually to deal with the situation, but not yet. 
I'm going to have a good drink tonight.