Sorry I haven't written for a long time! So much has happened!
I was diagnosed with a large ovarian cyst and eventually got admitted into hospital. I felt like I was 9 months pregnant by the time I arrived and only had 2 items of clothing left that actually fitted me (needless to say they were of the elasticated waist variety).
While I was in hospital the children went to stay with my sister in Cornwall and had a rare old time. Himself found it difficult to come and see me on time and when I got out of hospital I discovered the reason why.
My friends and family have all been vaery supportive. I had to have a major operation as the tumour was so large (apparently the size of a rugby ball) and I lost a lot of blood and had to have a blood transfusion. On returning home I was not supposed to do anything much for at least 2 weeks, but gentle exercise. Anyway the children came home, which was great as I really missed them. His lordship rarely came to talk to me and begrudgingly made me a cup of tea every now and then.
On my 3 day home I discovered the remains of his drug taking again. I decided to tackle him on the issue. He became very defensive and tried to deny it so I turned off the electricity to his shed. He turned it back on and so I turned it off and locked him out of the house so that he couldn't turn it on again. Within minutes he had smashed the kitchen window as I was standing there. I had glass in my hair and blood coming out of a cut. I phoned the police. I was very scared as this was unpredictable behaviour on his behalf and I was still in a weakened state after my operation. Anyway the police came and took him away for criminal damage.
Since that day he hasn't been back inside the house. He had regular contact with the children and tell them how evil I was for throwing daddy away with no where to go - but I had to be strong for my children so that we were financial solvent and not subjected to his mood swings anymore.
After several months of him disappearing, being reported missing to the police, informing his parents of his illness, him being suspended from his job and me taking the flack for most of it - I arranged to sell the house and have dealt with solicitors, estate agents and terrible removals men and managed to give him £30,000 whilst increasing my mortgage by £20,000 so that we could have a clean break.
We moved and the house is good, the neighbours are good and the children love it as they are close to all their friends.
Had a set to with their father last night as he is living in a van and told him to get a place to live so that we can set up some proper access for the children instead of wandering into my garden anytime and spending time with them their. I also told him to get a job and whether I could get child maintenance. He then proceeded to tell the children lies on how much money I had given him and what an evil witch I am living in my evil dwelling.
So that has been my life in the last few months - oh and the children have both started new schools and I have had to increase my hours at work to make ends meet. But at least I am financially solvent and the children have a stable homestead. It is fundamentally a happy house. Lets hope it remains that way! I have a check up scan on Friday to assess what to do about my new growth in my pelvic area. (It turned out it was borderline ovarian tumour previously). I am hoping for a good result. Surely my luck has to change soon?