Going into my fifth year of widowhood after fourty five years of not all togeather married bliss, in fact we should really have gone our separate ways years before, but we stuck it out. I thought things would get easier, moved nearer our children made a really good life for my self, but all l want is him. I don’t carry any guilt but the sadness for what could, should have been in our marriage is palpable. I struggle, but move forward, l hope maybe to find someone else to give all this caring, loving too but not holding my breathe. It’s a good job none tells you how it will be. Just need to verbalise.
Water Pollution -“ A National Disgrace”? A case for renationalisation?