![]() When she was a baby she cuddled into me in a way that I described as a ‘cuddly bundle’. DD1 and I are currently sat on the sofa chatting. I truly hope they find someone who does that to them. DD1 once cuddled Mrs X and said ‘I love you because you make my Dad happy’. I remember little DD1 telling me that I did that when Mrs X messaged me. It’s a funny thing but when DD2 gets a text from her BF she lights up. These three amazing women are many things, but they are also my best friends and I hope it’ll stay that way. ![]() It’s harder than I thought it would be, this dad stuff, but I’m finding my way. And that’s how it surely must be, but I’d still like one more day. Our fledglings are spreading their wings. Our nest isn’t empty, or even emptying, but it’s starting to shake. ![]() DD1 resolutely answers ‘no comment,’ but always seems to mention the same friend’s name with the same smile on her face. DD2 has survived two suicide attempts this year, and is recovering to the point of finding a boyfriend. Her hair changes colour like the weather. Our car is old, and in winter my motorbike takes nurturing to wheeze into life. Anyway we always finish the month with a couple of quid in the bank. I gave everything for my wife and daughters and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Thanks to the fight with Mrs X’s darling ex and the huge legal bills I’m bankrupt. We live in a tiny house, which we will never own. DD1 told me she was gay before she told anybody else, and her mother still doesn’t really know- it’s a phase as far as she is concerned. ![]() They talk about ‘my big sister’ and ‘my baby sister.’ Last summer, DSD became my DD2 (she’s the younger one). It’s the fact that she beat the world that is her achievement. Occasionally she makes a profit, but that isn’t important. She overcame disability and now has a 3rd Dan in martial arts and has 4 clubs. Life took away her ability to cope, but she’s like a phoenix. They’ve had challenges, but they are healing. Both our older ones live with the ex’s, but the younger ones are home. In the November, I left the isle and moved here. Would she vomit quietly and then make excuses? But a tiny figure exploded from the crowd at the platform and literally leapt into my arms. I came to London for a concert (Manic Street Preachers at Brixton Academy, with British Sea Power supporting) and then got a train North. And she said ‘what makes you think I don’t feel the same?’ So we met each other in January. I thought about it for 3 weeks before I actually told her. How do I tell someone who lives 250 miles away from my little island what I felt? How could it work? Would she really want to be with a man 10 years older? Who looked like me? But I had to. Wow! This beautiful person wanted to talk with 10-years-older-me! Then in November, I woke up and just KNEW! The only person I turned to was her. Suddenly it occurred to me that if I didn’t get a message, the hour was wasted. She split from hers and my heart gave an inexplicable leap. A few days later, I got another comment, this time on something contentious. ![]() In March 2010 (In a previous incarnation), I commented on a thread about breastfeeding. Mrs Xorn and I will have been together 9 years in December. Just got the absolute eurgh with that phrase!! A long wall of text (never heard of paragraphs OP?) ![]()
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