My husband walked out in 1978 leaving me with two girls aged 3 and 5. Up until then, I was organised, despite having two little ones, the washing and ironing was always done, the bills paid, the housework up to date, and the house fairly tidy (but never pristeen!)
Over the next 10 or 12 years I barely kept my head above water, but when the girls were both at secondary school, I got myself a job and gradually the financial worries were not so great.
But the house...! Oh my goodness! It was stuffed full of goodness knows what. Two rooms were unusable, oh I cannot tell you the state the whole house was in. And sadly, it still is.
They say the state of your mind is reflected in the state of your house, but, come on, he left more than 40 years ago! My friend suggested that I actually hadn't got over him leaving, but, apart from the first few years (maybe 5), I managed to pick myself up and successfully saw my daughters through to happy lives with happy families.
What are your thoughts?
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