lunch with a friend.
Nothing changes, I say.
he hastold me so many times, that "life is not worht living", that i lie awake at night planning his funeral.....
Summer 2006 we go to Spain, i leave girls and N there, it is relief to be home alone with Ix.
he has carers, playscheme, I go to work and have evenings in pleasan silence..
they come back, school starts, summer turns to autumn, thru winter...
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