Bloody hell. Reading through these has brought a tear...
...but I'm at work, so I'd best keep control.

Anyway, here's 3. One's cheery, so look forward to that.

The last 3 times, in reverse chronological order:

1: About 2 and a half years ago, when I found out my mate Ray had hung himself.

2: The day after I split up with my wife. (Last September). On the day, I was fine, but after a night at my folks house, and 24 hours of running through things in my head it got on top of me. Also, I was talking about it to my mum and she started sobbing, which set me off proper like a big quivery girl. Slag.
(ex, not mum)

3: 3 weeks ago, in Durham cathedral, standing in the cloisters with my new lady friend watching the clouds drift by. Not a religious experience at all, it was just beautiful sky, nice scenery, and we'd had a lovely day and everything just seemed perfect. I can't remember being that happy, and I just turned to her and said, "I'm really happy, and I really love you" and then sobbed like a child for a minute or two. She's not run off, so she either understands, or she's just desperate.

Meh.

Still happy.
( Tone Depear fucking rocks, Thu 14 Apr 2005, 22:03, Reply)