Breakfast…My son and I shared the chilli eggs. It was yummo. We didn’t finish it. It was too much. My youngest had the haloumi and poached eggs.

I had a big talk with them about the divorce and what did they think about it? And that they are still our number 1 priority and it doesn’t mean that we won’t be there for them?

My son..it’s okie mum. It’s not the divorce itself but the aftermath. That’s what scars the kids. The parents fighting or mum bringing multiple boy friends home or step mum not very nice.

So apparently they are okie. My young miss was like we understand you guys can’t live together.

She also let on that the aunties were asking where I was ? And why I wasn’t at the party the other week.

I feel a bit better now.