Tomorrow, I'm going buy, yes buy, the paper I'm featured in (I thought if ever my story was told by someone else it would be the journalist who knows me a little bit over at the free competitor).
After that I'm leaving. I'm proud of myself, if one can be proud of themselves, that I'm not fleeing. I promised my son I would take him to see his cousins. It will be good to see my mum and dad, I've not seen them for ages.
I will come back and face the music.
Right now I don't know what that music will be but I'm so fecking tired I don't care.
I've had to confront my one of my greatest fears and I've done it.
I've done it.
I was going to take my son away earlier, but I wanted to feel the copy in my hand, not read it online.
For me, this is akin to walking into China as opposed to taking a train.
Let's hope, once again, it's all worth it.