I wanted to do it for so long, i dreamt about it, daydreaned about it. Yesterday i did it i left my husband after 42 years aged 62. After having grief, then depression after losing my mum 5 years ago. I had got so i could no longer stand it at home, it was no longer home. Husband is worlds biggest coach potato, refuses to go anywhere, do anything. I could no longer witness it, even resorted to tablets to numb how bad i felt. The weight is just starting to lift off my shoulders.
What was the name of the corner shop you went to as a child?
My garden has been ruined by ????


or should that be ???
(I mean I must irritate my OH)