On Marriage Separation

On Tuesday 7 March, three days before I was to celebrate three years of continuous sobriety, my world as I knew it changed. After a day of crisis talks, the husband and I decided that separation was now our only chance to potentially salvage our marriage. So on our return from swimming, the husband sat Cheeky Chap down and told him that he was going to live somewhere else, maybe for a little while, maybe forever. He explained that mummy… Continue Reading “On Marriage Separation”