After arriving at my ex's house keyless to pick up my son and take him out for tea, I was in a mood at being locked out of the house I was paying for. Showerless and in my works clothes still, I awaited their return half an hour later. I then showered and took little lad to my mums where she offered a better sleeping arrangement for me. So upon taking my boy back I let my ex know that I would be staying at mums. She agreed ok enough and said she saw that it was for the best too. She has decided to ring my mum and have a quick chat to make sure there's no nonsense between them. 
So basically here I sit in a room where the last time I slept here,was the last night before I slept on a mattress in my first house in May 1995, age 20. 
My life arguable went into decline on that fateful week. I made stupid decisions in those days. Here I am age 36 and I'm back to my mums. Tomorrow is a new Dawn before the real challenge of living alone again. I am older now and ready to leave this room. 
You never hear of birds returning to the nest saying to it's mum, "it just didn't work out mum, can I move back in now?".