Good therapy day

I was going to head back to Southampton yesterday but woke up feeling tired and very stressed. This is not helped by Richards broken collar bone. Its not his fault and he is trying to do everything he would do if he hadn't have broken it like empty bins and iron and continue to go to work but all accompanied with moans and groans and to be honest it just adds to the stress. Plus I've been driving them both into work in the mornings...it nothing but like I say I just felt completely stressed. I'm also stressed about Karen phoning last night, I really don't want contact or to be a big part of her life and the thought that all that could start again is also stressing me. So when I got back from dropping them both off I phoned Lisa and said I would come down tomorrow.

I then pootled around tidiying things up and sent a message to Mr V who replied and asked how Dad was, a couple of flirty texts later and we're arranging to meet up. I then had the best therapy ever. When he walked in the house looking all gorgeous and asked me how I was and then cupped my face and kissed me long and deeply I could have cried. He is good stress relief and although I might feel guilty I don't because I love the man in lots of ways. It might even be our last time as he is off to Peterborough tomorrow and doesn't think he'll be able to see me as he'll be commuting and seeing his kids at weekends. I don't think it will be the last time but things will be different and it won't be as easy. Anyway what a nice way to end, no complications, no lies or deciet and just pleasure and love.

Lisa phoned later to say Dad had had a bad day. The pain relief caused constipation which is painful and he had to have two suppositories, use a bed pan and have increased pain relief which is all horrible. Lisa said it was the worst she had seen him which is all very destressing for everyone Dad most of all poor poor thing.

I went out for a drink with Lorraine and Jayne last night and had a call from good old Robo who asked lots of supportive type questions, he is a poppet but could chat for England. Lorraine and Jayne were brilliant allowing me to talk as and when I felt like it. They kept it light till I brought the subject up and never pressed me. They gave me lots of hugs when I left. I am lucky considering I can be a miserable old cow and I must remember this in the future.

I am heading back off to Southampton today with renewed energy and don't feel the dread I did yesterday so it just goes to show how the right kind of therapy can work. God knows how long I'll be there but am intending to come home at the weekend for at least a couple of days, the thing is no one knows how long Dad has got or when the end will come so everything has to be flexible.