Well I suppose it had to happen.
I got a call from my ex last night, and he is insisting on bringing his "partner" (my ex-best friend) to the changeover for the kids in the holidays. It was supposed to be at my home. Somewhat naturally I said "no", but he argued the point (he is used to getting his own way with me), and I ended up hanging up very upsed.
Of course the enevitable happened and I headed straight for the fridge. Lucky it is shopping day tomorrow, so the choice was somewhat meagre. I ended up eating 2 wedges of cheese, a bowl of cornflakes with fullcream milk and sugar and a hot chocolate.
Then I told myself that eating myself to death wasn't an option, and to stop (also helped that I had nothing else to eat that I wanted). I didn't get a lot of sleep last night - spent the whole time sorting him out in my head, but got up and went swimming thismorning. Feel better now.
Thanks for putting up with my raving. Now I have written it down, I feel a lot better.