......then after 4 years of ups and downs, I fell pregnant, and I can honestly say that was the happiest time of our marriage. The only time I was really made to feel special. Soon after J was born the wheels really fell off. S fell into a deep depression and things went from bad to worse. To put it in nutshell, I finally had to leave (by which stage J was 3 years old).
You'd think that leaving would have been the beginning of the end but that was when the real trouble started. S became verbally abusive and physically threatening. Eventually after nearly a year of blame and recriminations, emotional blackmail and threats, I moved back to London from where we had been living for the previous 2 years. and this is where this blog begins.
