I thought the words would come easy. i thought i knew exactly what it was that i wanted to say - but no words are coming.
So much has happened in the space of 8 days - well, 9 if you count today, and my head is still spinning. I'd be lying if i told you the tears have completely dried up or that it doesn't hurt anymore.
Anyway, after the awful chat we had on Thursday where our relationship looked doomed, I went to bed before he got home on Friday and did my best to ignore him on Saturday morning before he went to work. It wasn't easy though, as K is ill. She's had a cough for weeks now, but it has become much worse and she developed a temperature on Friday. We were supposed to be going out to Ipswich v Leeds on Saturday, and she'd been really excited about that. But she just wasn't well enough, so we spent the day on the sofa together instead. He, of course, went to work as usual.
My mum rings me every Sunday morning, and as I had no idea what I should tell her, asked hubby. He said we should talk again. I agreed. So we did. And he told me that "she" was completely gone from his mind and that he still loved me. In my desperation to hang on to my (dysfunctional) family, I said we should at least try one more time for K's sake so that if it didn't work, at least we'd given it our best shot. He agreed. I went to bed happier that night, at least we had something to work on.
But then came Sunday. He didn't get out of bed until mid afternoon. And then when he got up, he couldn't even look at me. K was still ill, having been sick in the morning. The atmosphere was awful and I just didn't know what to do / say. It felt like he had the upper hand - again!
And so it went on. In the evening, I became so upset with it all, I decided to go for a walk. He just let me walk out of the front door at 10.30pm as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
I wasn't out for long though, because suddenly reality hit me right in the face. I didn't have to put up with this. None of it is my fault, and I'm not some young girl with no life experience. So I stormed back home, into my living room, and although I'm not proud of this bit, I lunged at him ... really wanting / needing to hurt him. Unfortunately, K woke up and started crying. And he threatened me that if I carried on, I'd see another side to him ... funny, i thought I'd already seen that! So I told him to leave. And he did.
We sent texts to each other yesterday about K's health. I took her to the doctors and he prescribed some antibiotics. Apparently, there's a bug going round.
He rang to speak to her at one point, but didn't hold on to talk to me. Yet again, he has the upper hand.
So, more confused / angry than ever, I texted him before going to bed to ask if he'd told his mum yet. I know he's terrified of doing that, and thought that if he has, then it really is all over. But he hasn't. I asked him where he's staying and he said a hotel - no idea where the money is coming from for that - if it's true! So I asked if he's gone for good. He said he's confused and doesn't know what he wants as he has messed everything up. i won't tell you my response to that one ... suffice to say, I haven't heard from him since. Even my update on his daughter's health has gone unanswered.
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
Friday, 1 October 2010
Shattered Again
Thank you all so much for your kind comments and genuinely helpful advice. This has been the worst week of my life and in the last couple of days I've gone through so many emotions, I'm literally exhausted by it all.
The bombshell was dropped on Sunday night. I'd come home after a night out, and maybe the alcohol I'd consumed gave me the courage to ask the question directly. I'd suspected for a while, but as I found out that night, there's a world of difference between suspicion and confirmation.
We argued, and as I mentioned earlier, he said that although he wasn't blaming me, our relationship had gone stale and I wasn't making the required effort in the bedroom. I disputed this, as I've always been more affectionate than him ... though I admit we were going through a bad patch.
That night, I slept in the spare room, couldn't bring myself to be near him. The next morning, I woke with a migraine, and felt like my world had turned in a horrific and frightening way. I was a mess! But I got on with it - as you do. It was important that my daughter did not to see my pain.
Monday night, he came home after work and I'd already gone to bed. Though I couldn't sleep. In fact, though I didn't realise it at the time, I was waiting for him. So that I could vent my anger and pain on him. And I did. I'm pretty sure the neighbours heard, as i could hear them moving about. But I didn't really care. He took all that I threw at him (didn't have much choice really I suppose). Eventually, I calmed down and we talked. He said he wanted us to try again, to be a proper family, and that the only reason he'd cheated was that he felt I didn't love him. So, we decided to try. I made no promises, and he understood that.
On Tuesday morning, I felt better. I'd convinced myself it was worth giving the marriage another go. But as the day wore on, images would creep into my head of the two of them together (even though I've never met her - I'd asked for a description). I couldn't eat. Didn't want to in fact - convinced he would leave me for "her" if I put on a pound. Even though she's apparently bigger than me. And he's certainly no "slim Jim" either. I guess logic wasn't really an option. When he got home, I tried to explain how hurt I was, and to tell him what I needed from him ... what I got though was silence, and the same rubbish about me not giving him enough affection.
But, I ignored my doubts and told myself that keeping the family together was worth the effort. Wednesday passed, and again I hadn't been able to eat. And sleep is a forgotten luxury. The atmosphere between us was a little better that night though, and we even talked about more mundane things.
Then came Thursday. Yesterday. The day it all collapsed around my ears again. He was late home ... he'd been on the phone - finishing things with "her" and he was upset. His pathetic tears drove another knife into the open wound in my heart, and I yelled at him again. We've been married for over 9 years and the demise of his six month fling made him cry. Or so I thought. A lot of what he's feeling is self-pity, and I'm afraid I have little sympathy for that at the best of times. He accepted every accusation I threw at him. And there were a lot of them. After their telephone conversation, "she" threatened to take tablets to end her life and then the old chestnut, "I'm pregnant". She kept texting him saying things like "I've taken 12 tablets, have no idea if I'll die". I told him that if he was worried, he should send an ambulance to her house. Call her bluff. In the end, he did nothing. No surprise there!
But then came our "conversation". He knows his future isn't with "her". But he doesn't think we can put it all behind us. There is a little bit more to this, as we have some money problems, which were threatening to overwhelm us even before all this blew up in my face. But we might just have been okay.
However, it seems he has made his decision, and will be moving out soon. Probably to live at his mum's. At least in the first instance. His family will be shocked, and upset. They really like me, and his mum in particular has always been proud of what he's achieved in his life. How the mighty have fallen.
He's promised that he'll still do whatever he can to look after us, and make sure we're ok. Even volunteering to babysit if I want to go out with another man. Ugh! That scenario is way down my list of priorities. My daughter is my whole world at this moment, and anyway, I'm kind of off men! He admitted that he's been a terrible parent and said he doesn't feel worthy of my love. Truth is, he's not. But I see a long, dark, scary road ahead, and know I must be brave and strong to see it through.
Please keep those purple vibes and hugs coming - I really need them!!
The bombshell was dropped on Sunday night. I'd come home after a night out, and maybe the alcohol I'd consumed gave me the courage to ask the question directly. I'd suspected for a while, but as I found out that night, there's a world of difference between suspicion and confirmation.
We argued, and as I mentioned earlier, he said that although he wasn't blaming me, our relationship had gone stale and I wasn't making the required effort in the bedroom. I disputed this, as I've always been more affectionate than him ... though I admit we were going through a bad patch.
That night, I slept in the spare room, couldn't bring myself to be near him. The next morning, I woke with a migraine, and felt like my world had turned in a horrific and frightening way. I was a mess! But I got on with it - as you do. It was important that my daughter did not to see my pain.
Monday night, he came home after work and I'd already gone to bed. Though I couldn't sleep. In fact, though I didn't realise it at the time, I was waiting for him. So that I could vent my anger and pain on him. And I did. I'm pretty sure the neighbours heard, as i could hear them moving about. But I didn't really care. He took all that I threw at him (didn't have much choice really I suppose). Eventually, I calmed down and we talked. He said he wanted us to try again, to be a proper family, and that the only reason he'd cheated was that he felt I didn't love him. So, we decided to try. I made no promises, and he understood that.
On Tuesday morning, I felt better. I'd convinced myself it was worth giving the marriage another go. But as the day wore on, images would creep into my head of the two of them together (even though I've never met her - I'd asked for a description). I couldn't eat. Didn't want to in fact - convinced he would leave me for "her" if I put on a pound. Even though she's apparently bigger than me. And he's certainly no "slim Jim" either. I guess logic wasn't really an option. When he got home, I tried to explain how hurt I was, and to tell him what I needed from him ... what I got though was silence, and the same rubbish about me not giving him enough affection.
But, I ignored my doubts and told myself that keeping the family together was worth the effort. Wednesday passed, and again I hadn't been able to eat. And sleep is a forgotten luxury. The atmosphere between us was a little better that night though, and we even talked about more mundane things.
Then came Thursday. Yesterday. The day it all collapsed around my ears again. He was late home ... he'd been on the phone - finishing things with "her" and he was upset. His pathetic tears drove another knife into the open wound in my heart, and I yelled at him again. We've been married for over 9 years and the demise of his six month fling made him cry. Or so I thought. A lot of what he's feeling is self-pity, and I'm afraid I have little sympathy for that at the best of times. He accepted every accusation I threw at him. And there were a lot of them. After their telephone conversation, "she" threatened to take tablets to end her life and then the old chestnut, "I'm pregnant". She kept texting him saying things like "I've taken 12 tablets, have no idea if I'll die". I told him that if he was worried, he should send an ambulance to her house. Call her bluff. In the end, he did nothing. No surprise there!
But then came our "conversation". He knows his future isn't with "her". But he doesn't think we can put it all behind us. There is a little bit more to this, as we have some money problems, which were threatening to overwhelm us even before all this blew up in my face. But we might just have been okay.
However, it seems he has made his decision, and will be moving out soon. Probably to live at his mum's. At least in the first instance. His family will be shocked, and upset. They really like me, and his mum in particular has always been proud of what he's achieved in his life. How the mighty have fallen.
He's promised that he'll still do whatever he can to look after us, and make sure we're ok. Even volunteering to babysit if I want to go out with another man. Ugh! That scenario is way down my list of priorities. My daughter is my whole world at this moment, and anyway, I'm kind of off men! He admitted that he's been a terrible parent and said he doesn't feel worthy of my love. Truth is, he's not. But I see a long, dark, scary road ahead, and know I must be brave and strong to see it through.
Please keep those purple vibes and hugs coming - I really need them!!
Monday, 27 September 2010
Shattered
Oh crikey, where to start?
My solid, happy marriage is over. We've been struggling for ages, and last night the admission finally came that he's having an affair with someone from work. And that he loves her! Or at least he thinks he does!
So, what happens now? He's not going to fight me for custody of K, which is one good thing, but how on earth do we tell her? Should he move out? What's best for her? I'm usually such a grounded person, but this has really knocked me sideways.
We were a strange couple really in a lot of ways. He's the tidy, sensible one. I'm the messy football lover! He doesn't like football. We don't share the same taste in music. He doesn't really drink alcohol. Or enjoy going out. He hasn't been around much lately, always being sent away on courses (which he swears are genuine)and working late every night. K has been getting used to not having him around all the time, and I've effectively been a single parent.
He says he's confused. That he started the affair because he was fed up with me rejecting him, and she showed some interest in him. Perhaps that is true - if a relationship fails, it isn't usually the fault of just one person. And I think the love we had for each other died a long time ago.
But, right now, I have no idea what I should be doing / feeling / saying. My legs are shaky, and my eyes swollen. In little over 2 hours, I have to pick K up from school - what if she guesses something is wrong? What on earth do I do next?
My solid, happy marriage is over. We've been struggling for ages, and last night the admission finally came that he's having an affair with someone from work. And that he loves her! Or at least he thinks he does!
So, what happens now? He's not going to fight me for custody of K, which is one good thing, but how on earth do we tell her? Should he move out? What's best for her? I'm usually such a grounded person, but this has really knocked me sideways.
We were a strange couple really in a lot of ways. He's the tidy, sensible one. I'm the messy football lover! He doesn't like football. We don't share the same taste in music. He doesn't really drink alcohol. Or enjoy going out. He hasn't been around much lately, always being sent away on courses (which he swears are genuine)and working late every night. K has been getting used to not having him around all the time, and I've effectively been a single parent.
He says he's confused. That he started the affair because he was fed up with me rejecting him, and she showed some interest in him. Perhaps that is true - if a relationship fails, it isn't usually the fault of just one person. And I think the love we had for each other died a long time ago.
But, right now, I have no idea what I should be doing / feeling / saying. My legs are shaky, and my eyes swollen. In little over 2 hours, I have to pick K up from school - what if she guesses something is wrong? What on earth do I do next?
Sunday, 5 July 2009
Remember me?
Well, I do not know where the time has gone! Why is it that when I wrack my brains trying to think of exciting things I've done in the past months, I can't think of a single thing. And yet, I know I've been busy ... in fact, there never seems to be any spare time ... so I must've been doing something interesting enough to share with you!?
I will start, I think, by referring back to the subject of my last post (can it really be 10 months ago?), Tara. We've had no more disappearing acts from her, which is good. However, as some of you may recall, we had to take her to the vets at the end of last year, as her breathing was very heavy and fast. The vet diagnosed a problem with her heart, and gave her approx 9 months to live. Those 9 months will actually be up later this month, and though I do not want to tempt fate, Tara is still relatively healthy and active. She is on tablets, which are certainly helping her to have a good quality of life. A couple of months or so ago, we ran out of tablets, and the day before we were due to take her back to the vets to get some more, Tara was violently sick, and my husband said he expected her to die on the vet's table as she was shaking and even weed herself, which has never happened before. However, as soon as we replenished the tablets, Tara settled down again, and although her energy level isn't brilliant, she still manages to get about, and even catches the odd bird (not something I ever thought I'd be pleased about).
K has almost completed her first school year ... how on earth is that possible? I can't beleieve how much she has learned. She has made some good friends, and despite the fact that she is much smaller than everyone else in her class, she takes no rubbish from anyone. Which is reassuring, as it is one of the things I was worried about when she started school.
I'm working now. You may recall, some time ago, I was looking for something I could do from home - well, I found something - and often wish I hadn't! Once the school holidays are over, i intend to look for a "proper" job where I will get holidays and time off without losing money (hopefully anyway)!
K and I had our annual holiday to France in the Easter holidays. It was nice to get away and to spend time with my parents, but the weather wasn't very kind to us, and there isn't really very much to do in the part of South West France where my parents live. They still have their house up for sale, so hopefully they will be back over here before too long!
*photo is of nearby town of Chabanais.At the end of March, hubby took us to Euro Disney for a few days. I can't really say we enjoyed it. The weather was indifferent. Everything was way too expensive ... especially teh food ... and basically it just did not compare at all with the parks in Florida! Oh how I'd love to go back there!
I'm really looking forward to the school holdiays, it will be lovely to have K at home with me again. Just like old times! I think some of the other mums are going to try to arrange at least one day a week where as many of us as possible can meet up in the park or something to let the children play while we watch and enjoy a good gossip! Of course, I'll probably be working ...
Saturday, 6 September 2008
ONE WEEK DOWN - SEVERAL YEARS TO GO.
Well, the first week of school is over. And we've survived. The first day was so hard. When I woke up that morning, I felt fine and truly believed I wouldn't cry. However, when we reached the school, another mum was leaving and I heard her say to someone, "well, that's my last baby. They're all gone now." she sounded so sad, and I felt a lump form in my throat. The tears didn't start until we took K into the cloak room and I realised what a huge step this is. For both of us.
K, however has taken it all in her stride ... as she always does. She has really enjoyed her first week. She's only going part-time at the moment, and I suppose it does help me that she's only away for 3 hours at a time. Maybe I'll be upset again next month when she starts going full time. I hope not.
Tara seems to have settled back down now. we've given her loads of attention, and in return, she's brought 2 dead mice home for us. I figure that if she's bringing them here, she must feel that this is her home.
So far, here in Essex, we have been very lucky with the weather. We've had some rain, but nothing drastic. I've been watching the coverage on the news of the floods in Wales and Worcestershire this morning. It brought tears to my eyes. I feel so sorry for those people involved, especially the friends & family of the young lady who died. Having just heard that the bad weather is due to spread Northwards to Newcastle and surrounding area, I can only hope that it will not be as bad as predicted. Best wishes to anyone affected by the awful weather.
K, however has taken it all in her stride ... as she always does. She has really enjoyed her first week. She's only going part-time at the moment, and I suppose it does help me that she's only away for 3 hours at a time. Maybe I'll be upset again next month when she starts going full time. I hope not.
Tara seems to have settled back down now. we've given her loads of attention, and in return, she's brought 2 dead mice home for us. I figure that if she's bringing them here, she must feel that this is her home.
So far, here in Essex, we have been very lucky with the weather. We've had some rain, but nothing drastic. I've been watching the coverage on the news of the floods in Wales and Worcestershire this morning. It brought tears to my eyes. I feel so sorry for those people involved, especially the friends & family of the young lady who died. Having just heard that the bad weather is due to spread Northwards to Newcastle and surrounding area, I can only hope that it will not be as bad as predicted. Best wishes to anyone affected by the awful weather.
Monday, 1 September 2008
SHE'S BACK
Firstly, I'd like to say a huge thank you to everyone for your lovely thoughts and positive vibes.
Tara came home last night. I'd love to be able to tell you that she turned up out of the blue by herself, but that wasn't actually the case.
When hubby came in from work at about 7.30 last night, I went out to look for Tara by myself - I felt that if she was going to come out of hiding for anyone, it would be me! As I walked around the block, a young boy asked me if I was the lady with the missing cat. My spirits soared ... but he told me he hadn't seen her, just wondered if it was me.
Then, to my surprise, I saw my friend Paul - who doesn't live in the same town - he was out scouring the streets for Tara too. I thought I heard her in a garage and my hopes raised once more when I realised the occupants were away on holiday. Only to find they had actually gone away over a week ago so there was no way Tara could have been locked in their garage.
My neighbour came out of his house and was not best pleased to find us nosing into next door's garage. Until we explained we were looking for a cat. then he recognised me and as he and his wife have the keys, he took me into the other neighbour's garden. It was a disappointment as she wasn't there. In the meantime, Paul had wandered off in the other direction.
After looking in the garden, I was chatting to my neighbours outside their house when Paul suddenly rushed up from around the corner, breathless and panicky ... and with something in his arms. It was Tara.
I'd like to say she was pleased to see me and to be home ... but I don't think she even recognised me at first. I got a scratch on my face and a kick in the chest as I took her from Paul. Then once inside, she sat crouched on the floor, panting with her mouth wide open. It was a scary sight and we made sure our daughter didn't approach her as we weren't sure if she was hurt or traumatised or maybe even both.
However, as soon as she'd eaten her food Tara started to settle down. She let us make a fuss of her and was purring happily within minutes.
My husband spoiled the mood though by telling me that he feels she left home on purpose and that next time she goes missing we "shouldn't worry about her so much". He's never really liked Tara - she's too intelligent and independent for him - so totally different to her soppy little brother, who lets himself be a teddy bear for my daughter to play with.
Talking of my daughter, I took her to the doctors this morning for her rash. The doctor said he couldn't see anything. I was amazed! Then he put his glasses on and lo and behold he could suddenly see the spots! The upshot is that it isn't contagious and is most likely a result of dry skin and a virus rather than anything more serious. This is a relief as she starts school tomorrow. A thought which terrifies me. She's only four - and surely too small to be starting school already.
Tara came home last night. I'd love to be able to tell you that she turned up out of the blue by herself, but that wasn't actually the case.
When hubby came in from work at about 7.30 last night, I went out to look for Tara by myself - I felt that if she was going to come out of hiding for anyone, it would be me! As I walked around the block, a young boy asked me if I was the lady with the missing cat. My spirits soared ... but he told me he hadn't seen her, just wondered if it was me.
Then, to my surprise, I saw my friend Paul - who doesn't live in the same town - he was out scouring the streets for Tara too. I thought I heard her in a garage and my hopes raised once more when I realised the occupants were away on holiday. Only to find they had actually gone away over a week ago so there was no way Tara could have been locked in their garage.
My neighbour came out of his house and was not best pleased to find us nosing into next door's garage. Until we explained we were looking for a cat. then he recognised me and as he and his wife have the keys, he took me into the other neighbour's garden. It was a disappointment as she wasn't there. In the meantime, Paul had wandered off in the other direction.
After looking in the garden, I was chatting to my neighbours outside their house when Paul suddenly rushed up from around the corner, breathless and panicky ... and with something in his arms. It was Tara.
I'd like to say she was pleased to see me and to be home ... but I don't think she even recognised me at first. I got a scratch on my face and a kick in the chest as I took her from Paul. Then once inside, she sat crouched on the floor, panting with her mouth wide open. It was a scary sight and we made sure our daughter didn't approach her as we weren't sure if she was hurt or traumatised or maybe even both.
However, as soon as she'd eaten her food Tara started to settle down. She let us make a fuss of her and was purring happily within minutes.
My husband spoiled the mood though by telling me that he feels she left home on purpose and that next time she goes missing we "shouldn't worry about her so much". He's never really liked Tara - she's too intelligent and independent for him - so totally different to her soppy little brother, who lets himself be a teddy bear for my daughter to play with.
Talking of my daughter, I took her to the doctors this morning for her rash. The doctor said he couldn't see anything. I was amazed! Then he put his glasses on and lo and behold he could suddenly see the spots! The upshot is that it isn't contagious and is most likely a result of dry skin and a virus rather than anything more serious. This is a relief as she starts school tomorrow. A thought which terrifies me. She's only four - and surely too small to be starting school already.
Sunday, 31 August 2008
A GOOD RUN OF BAD LUCK
For years, I've been the kind of person who, no matter how bad things were when I went to bed, always believed they would be miraculously better in the morning. It was the only way I could cope to be honest.
Well, not any more. My world seems to be crashing around me and I feel powerless to do anything about it. I still have my health, as do my husband and daughter. We're still happy. So you may wonder what on earth can be so badly wrong with my lot.
Firstly, there's the luck thing. Everything ... and I mean everything that my husband and I touch is literally turning to poo. I've never been a lucky person. In a 50/50 situation, things would always go against me. But not to this extent. It's getting ridiculous.
The credit crunch is hitting us hard. I'm not working as I gave up work (temporarily at least) when I had my daughter. So we only have the one wage coming in. That's not as high as it was either, as hubby took a lower paid job last year to avoid the awful stress of his previous workplace. About 4 years ago, we invested in property ... now, you don't need me to tell you what a mess that market's in at the moment. We can't sell the flats as we'd make too much of a loss, even assuming anyone actually wanted to buy them, yet keeping them is pushing up our monthly outgoings to a frightening degree.
We have no family nearby to take care of babysitting duties - meaning i can't get a job even if I wanted to, because school holidays and any unexpected absences wouldn't be covered. Nobody's hiring anyway.
My beloved cat has gone missing. I've had my cats for 11 years and have always been closer to Tara - my daughter is closer to Troy. We haven't seen her for over 48 hours and usually we'd see her every day - even if just to feed her. We've put flyers through our neighbours' doors and on the lamp-posts nearby. My daughter and I have been out at least 6 times just looking for her. No sign. My friend has also been out looking for her. I've put an advert on a website online in the vague hope that someone may find her and post it on there. Our neighbour's daughter came round this afternoon after receiving the flyer, to say she'd seen Tara & Troy fighting outside her house. Everyone knows Tara by her big belly, and the girl was 100% sure it was Tara. But if it was, and she was that close to home, why didn't she come back? I fear the girl must have been mistaken.
Now, my daughter has a rash all over her body. It doesn't seem to itch or bother her, but is scary nonetheless. she has been vaccinated for all the usual childhood diseases, including chickenpox - though I've just read online that the vaccine is only about 70% effective! She starts school on Tuesday so we need to get that checked out tomorrow if it hasn't gone away.
Even my fantasy football team is fast turning into a joke. All my "best" players are picking up injuries and suspensions. I almost feel responsible for their bad fortune.
Every time there's a light at the end of the tunnel, somebody switches it off. Can I have some positive vibes & hugs sent my way please.
I hope this doesn't sound too much like a boring moan. I'm not a moaner by nature and would hate to think I'm turning into a grumpy middle aged woman!!
Well, not any more. My world seems to be crashing around me and I feel powerless to do anything about it. I still have my health, as do my husband and daughter. We're still happy. So you may wonder what on earth can be so badly wrong with my lot.
Firstly, there's the luck thing. Everything ... and I mean everything that my husband and I touch is literally turning to poo. I've never been a lucky person. In a 50/50 situation, things would always go against me. But not to this extent. It's getting ridiculous.
The credit crunch is hitting us hard. I'm not working as I gave up work (temporarily at least) when I had my daughter. So we only have the one wage coming in. That's not as high as it was either, as hubby took a lower paid job last year to avoid the awful stress of his previous workplace. About 4 years ago, we invested in property ... now, you don't need me to tell you what a mess that market's in at the moment. We can't sell the flats as we'd make too much of a loss, even assuming anyone actually wanted to buy them, yet keeping them is pushing up our monthly outgoings to a frightening degree.
We have no family nearby to take care of babysitting duties - meaning i can't get a job even if I wanted to, because school holidays and any unexpected absences wouldn't be covered. Nobody's hiring anyway.
My beloved cat has gone missing. I've had my cats for 11 years and have always been closer to Tara - my daughter is closer to Troy. We haven't seen her for over 48 hours and usually we'd see her every day - even if just to feed her. We've put flyers through our neighbours' doors and on the lamp-posts nearby. My daughter and I have been out at least 6 times just looking for her. No sign. My friend has also been out looking for her. I've put an advert on a website online in the vague hope that someone may find her and post it on there. Our neighbour's daughter came round this afternoon after receiving the flyer, to say she'd seen Tara & Troy fighting outside her house. Everyone knows Tara by her big belly, and the girl was 100% sure it was Tara. But if it was, and she was that close to home, why didn't she come back? I fear the girl must have been mistaken.
Now, my daughter has a rash all over her body. It doesn't seem to itch or bother her, but is scary nonetheless. she has been vaccinated for all the usual childhood diseases, including chickenpox - though I've just read online that the vaccine is only about 70% effective! She starts school on Tuesday so we need to get that checked out tomorrow if it hasn't gone away.
Even my fantasy football team is fast turning into a joke. All my "best" players are picking up injuries and suspensions. I almost feel responsible for their bad fortune.
Every time there's a light at the end of the tunnel, somebody switches it off. Can I have some positive vibes & hugs sent my way please.
I hope this doesn't sound too much like a boring moan. I'm not a moaner by nature and would hate to think I'm turning into a grumpy middle aged woman!!
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