Don't Get Divorced!

Just don't get divorced if you can possibly help it, OK?

The grass isn't greener - just different.

Go through your Christmas card list.  How many people's lives are you jealous of? Like - nobody's, probably.  So don't wreck things and then regret it.

My experience of the last five years has led me to believe that most people you could end up with are neither better nor worse than anyone else - they just offer different strengths and weaknesses, personalities, good bits and bad bits.

Whatever happens, if you get divorced, you will be poorer.  And you will make your children cry. And you will never truly enjoy Christmas again.

If one of you goes off with someone else, that someone is, almost by definition, likely to be vaguely immoral to knowingly contribute to the bust up of your family.  So they're likely to prove not all that nice in the end after all. And then what?

I am feeling bitter sweet as you can tell.  We have such a lovely time when X comes back to see Beloved Daughter, often picking up Revered Son from his boarding school in Dorset along the way. This weekend we went riding, galloping through the woods, Beloved Daughter on her fantastic new horse which is big enough for me to ride, while X attempted to keep up on his bicycle. 

Steak, ducks legs, macaroni cheese - all of everybody's favourite things to eat for supper, amid much hilarity around the kitchen table on Saturday night. And then the next day it's the 'Man vs Horse vs Bicycle Race' - five miles as the crow flies cross country to the Plume of Feathers in Princetown.  Man - ie X; wins, verdict - Easily.  And the cycles - Revered Son and friend - come last by half-an-hour, rather dangerously getting caught in a thunder and lightning storm on top of a tor on the way. 

Wydemeet is, and has always been, a place for families, parties, fun and laughter.

But then after tea and chocolate cake, it's time for everybody to go their separate ways again, and for me to get back to earning a crust to pay for those school fees which disappeared into a lonely tiny flat in Parsons Green for X, as well as the inevitable legal costs.  

What was it all for?