I'm ill again. Stress related no doubt, but it's still very uncomfortable.
When you're ill you find out who your friends are and who really cares about you. My ex-wife has always subscribed to the 'man-flu' theory and thought I was playing it up a lot. Sympathy was in very short supply.
So why did I stay married so long? Partly because of the kids. I was willing to suffer a bad marriage so they could have both parents around until they were in their late teens.
Mostly, it was because that I believed in the sanctity of marriage and that any problems could be fixed if both people were willing to try. It became clear, after a while, that I was the only one willing to change to fix the problems. That left the sanctity of marriage: at least from my side.
I don't regret it, and I would suffer it again for my kids. They're worth fighting for, and suffering for. They are also innocent in all this.
I had a rejection through this morning, the best one I've ever received.
'Although good, I don't feel that the story fits our chosen categories of fiction; strictly, fantasy, horror and science-fiction. I would urge you to submit your piece to a more mainstream magazine, as it would be a shame if this didn't see print.'
Now that's encouraging.