OW,OW,OW,OW. That is the sound of me hitting myself in the head with a 2x4 which is spare from the carpenters bench I built from scratch 3 months ago (and have never used in anger and is sat in the shed we had a massive row about)!
One relatively friendly email thanking me for making her life easier. An email during which she makes it clear she is moving on and doesn't refer to our home as home but just says the name of the town and I'm suddenly right back to square one.
To say I'm having massive detachment issues would be a huge understatement. Knowing I have abandonment issues and dealing with them are two very different things