Monday 5 July 2010

P = Peace

An extraordinary thing has happened this past week. I let go of a long held regret.

I mean a very long held regret; a seven year old regret.

My biggest regret all these years, these many, many years, has been moving out of my Bolthole in Wandsworth to move in with the Foca. A crap regret I know, given he is the Father Of Child.

Chatting to My Advice Man last Sunday, I told him that wasn't my regret anymore, I've replaced it with a new one.

"I should've stayed put when he handed me notice. I should have made him take me through the courts like the Church had to do, like the Housing Association is doing, but I wanted to keep the peace. Peace, keeping the fucking peace. Fuck that now."

That's when he said I was desperate.

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