Been talking to a girl frined on the phone it is her 30th Wedding Anniversary tomorrow.
Her husband left her on Thursday for a woman he met at the gym.
She doesn't know which way is up.
She tells me she is worried about her future and that he has signed half his pension over to his girlfriend.
I need to get my friend to a solicitor - fast.
She says she doesn't want him back although she still loves him He has never strayed before. She says it is a mid-life crisis.
She says she would prefer to be on her own.
I found myself telling her to fight for him, be there for him.
It is lonely without your other half.
She dosn't know. She won't know that for a while - maybe a couple of year. Meals for one, a silent house, solitary journey through life.
How do I make her see?
They have four children - all grown now.
They were a couple I envied. Good solid life, nice kids, everyone working, fortnight in the sun every year, half a dozen long weekends to a nice beauty spot - just the two of them. Always laughing, sharing, smiling.
Now what?
All his stuff has gone from the house she says.
She is so poleaxed I need to get her some legal help before he takes advantage of her situation. He is all loved up and she is in abject misery - she is manic.
The man he has become is not someone I recognise.
She lost her mum at 15 and her dad soon after, since then her only sister has passed on too.
Their children cannot be expected to take sides.
I will gather together the closest girlfriends and we will arrange to go to her in Ireland and help in whatever way we can.
I am ringing her again tomorrow and then I will book flights.
Sorry to burden you all with this one. But you know what - today I have not spoken a single word to a living being until I spoke to my friend tonight. That is the reality for 40 something woman in 2007.















I looked at the piles of paperwork there that needed filing - utility bills, insurance renewals, payslips, tax letters, recently gained qualification certifcate (Scaffold Inpection!!!), minutes of an AGM that I had to attend, Pension letters - good grief where does all this stuff come from?









So at half-time I went for a quick run around Morrisons supermarket and then onto the gym where I caught the last 25 minutes of the rugby whilst on the running machine 