I am sorry to hear of your struggles Whiff, but you sound such a positive lady. Good luck with the GP and the neurologist in March. I hope they find something to help you. And yes, definitely get a cleaner. I’m all for making life easier by paying someone if I can afford it. Why struggle with cleaning when you have other struggles.
Allsorts, It’s interesting that you dream about your children when they were younger and remember it as a happy memory. I am glad that it gives you pleasure and yes, whatever happened to us, our children are still always there. But in my case, sadly, my dreams are nightmares about my estD. Maybe I am still being tormented by it all as estrangement is more recent for me. I hope that I will have nice dreams about her one day, or none at all!
I have been struggling with it all again. First it was Christmas and now because it’s my birthday next week. Stupidly I live in hope that she will turn up with a card and some flowers and an apology. I know I am only kidding myself though.
Last week, I wrote her a letter which I might leave with my will - I wont post it to her.. I have torn up a few versions already! It helps me to get my feelings out by writing them down, but I also wonder if it’s just tormenting me more.
My health is suffering. I took anti depressants which I had a reaction to so have stopped. I have become an insomniac through the anxiety of it all and am now addicted to ‘Sleep Aid’. I can’t sleep without it. And when I do sleep and I wake in the morning, or in the middle of the night, I have a surge of what feels like adrenaline which is like a sinking feeling in my tummy and almost hurts. That sets the tone for the day ahead!
Sorry to be so negative, but I dont really have anyone other than you ladies who really understand what it’s like. So I hope you dont mind me offloading. My mantra is that ‘it’s better out than in’!
Swimming pool was more like a talking pool!
Good Morning Thursday 25th June 2026
Lest we forget what we have just lost ....

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. We looked at each other, I told my H to ask for it to be cooked, but he wouldn't and ended up eating most of my chicken dinner
I'll never forget that, so funny.
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