Friday I had a good chat with my brother who is doing his best to keep in a PMA frame of mind.
Saturday D11 went off to her camping trip, so I went ahead fixed the boiler, how I ever left that leak for 3 years I’ll never know. I didn’t take my evening bike ride but I visited my sister and later W brother who I still remain friends with.
Sunday morning I took the early church service, todays theme was the lords prayer which I say so many times each day. After that I went straight into boot camp. The exercises were tough and I managed to hit 176 my maximum heart rate so I know I worked hard. More people are commenting on my apparent weight loss, but when I go on the scales I haven’t lost much but my body definitely has reshaped.
W stuck around this weekend and her behaviour reminded me more of the times when the bomb dropped and I was in newcomers. Sunday morning she left the house at 5am and returned @ 8am, (I think that is called an AM booty call). Any way I reminded myself she is not my wife she is just the person I am divorcing.
Sunday evening I had dinner with my niece and other family members, that was really good for me seeing so many people offering me words of encouragement and support.
So deep breath, more prayers and steel myself for the week ahead.
