The Rainbow Diary

I want to write about my experiences as a single dad. I talk all the time about it to people but they all convey sweet but misguided loyalty toward me.

April 22nd was the day she left. A couple of weeks prior to this we were spending our first weekend in god knows how long away together, alone, no distractions, you know what I mean. We spent some time out and about, some time talking and some time doing other stuff. I didn't think for one second that 3-4 weeks on, I would be faced with my wife telling me she was not coming home.

I wouldn't be described by those I know as an A-Typical bloke. I'm into sport and music and girls but I'm also into cooking and clothes and talking rubbish. As a result I do have good and lasting friendships with as many females as I do males.

I don't travel in a large circle of friends but the ones I have are quite simply the best. Not that I socialise that much. I just love being home. Home with my wife and home with my kids. My wife on the other hand prefers to spend time out getting on it. It's never been a problem for me, I had the kids, chilled out and she was out with her friends, easy.

The difficulty came when she started to enjoy it a little too much. A 1am home time turned into 2, and then 4am and eventually 6:15am. This is clearly not good. Come on know, 6:15am is taking the piss slightly eh.

I'm gonna stop now.

I will return though, if anyone is looking.