Its about 9.15 in the morning here in Ireland. it is going to be a glorious day; its already sunny now. I am looking into our garden and I am filled with sadness. We have spent many Sundays like this as a family; going to our closest town for breakfast; enjoying our garden together.
My H has spent a good deal of time in the garden over the last few years. I have asked a good friend of ours who is a landscape gardener to come in and help me do some work in t now that my H has left (she woudl know him well as he has asked her to do things for us before). My Mum told him this last night and he said he doesnt want me "ripping anything that he has planted out without speaking to him first". Interestingly, when he moved out from his last home/marriage his first wife ripped out the garden that he had planted for 20 years and did it the way she wanted it to. Is he scared of history repeating itself> I have had no interest in ripping anything out..... Interesting that he has also said a few times: "My XW did this to me -left the marriage for someone else-and now I am doing it to you".
