I should not write this post.
I should be nice, calm and accepting.
The reality is that my heart is breaking because my best friend and husband left today.
He is starting a new life far away from us because that is the only hope we have.
He starts work tomorrow morning and has only just secured a bed for the night which is of course far from ideal.
My children say …
“Are you missing Daddy?”
“I will be as good as I can be whilst Daddy is away”
“We will get through this together”
Tomorrow we will get up and do the school run. Daddy will not come home tomorrow night. We do not know when we will see him again.
I just spoke to him on the telephone and I sobbed. I cried myself to sleep last night and tears are in the building right now.
He told me not get upset or he will and he can’t afford to do that because he has to start a new job in the morning.
Meanwhile we hear fromm his lovely ex-employer the Royal British Legion that welfare cases now take at least 8 weeks, much longer than they did when my husband was a County Welfare Officer for them for 7 long and loyal years. Yet they deemed him not good enough and put him on the scrap heap.
And I continue to say, shame on them!
I miss my husband. The children miss their Daddy.
So much for the claim that the Royal British Legion stand shoulder to shoulder with those who have served.
Oops, I did it again!
Angry, tearful and wondering what comes next.