Happy Ever After?

Once upon a time... 

A prince met a princess and they fell madly in love with each other. It wasn't long before the prince asked the princess to be his wife. They were wed within the year and were crowned king and queen of all they surveyed. Their marriage was soon blessed with the birth of a beautiful, baby boy who grew to become a wonderful, young prince.

Unfortunately, the king was plagued by demons and he withdrew into himself. Because the king wasn't showing the queen the same affection he always had, she felt hurt and betrayed and assumed that he no longer loved her. The queen asked the king to depart from their kingdom, both of them filled with sadness and regret.

But the king loved his queen just as deeply as he ever had and slew his demons so that he may return to his queen and their little prince...

This could be the moment that the story becomes a tragedy...

Or it could be the moment that they live happily ever after.

I know life isn't a fairy story but doesn't this little family deserve a happy ending?

Famous Last Words

I wrote this yesterday.

"I'm just going through the motions. I have nothing to live for. When I was low and feeling depressed, I had something to live for. Now I don't. I just can't see a way out other than to take my own life. I don't want to make a spectacular statement. I just don't want to live anymore. The best things in my life have been taken from me and no matter how much I beg I'm not getting them back. I've tried reasoning and pleading but nothing works. I wish it didn't have to be this way but I don't want to continue with the life I have left."

And then I saw this photo of my boys.

I still feel depressed, I still feel suicidal and yet...

And yet...

Three Into One

Last week I found myself working three jobs, which came as quite a surprise to me considering that the previous month I wasn't working at all. Since moving to Devon a little while back, I'd been putting myself out there, asking for work pretty much anywhere and everywhere. At first the response wasn't all that great. Online applications were submitted, CVs were distributed and newspapers scanned for almost any type of work with little or no success.

Until...

Suddenly, about a month after my initial efforts, I was inundated with job offers. A local cafe, a private furniture shop and a high street optician all had a position for me, which is the situation I was in last week, working nine days straight for all three. Sadly, there just aren't enough days in the week and I had to hand in my notice at the cafe, which is a real shame as they're a great bunch to work with. Hopefully they won't spit in my tea next time I pop in for a drink (just kidding, they're all very friendly and professional).

So now I'm working for the opticians and the furniture shop, two completely different environments, one local and one a (reasonably) short commute away. I quite like the contrast as it doesn't feel as if I'm working a full week, even though I am. As a result of this, I'm don't dread Monday morning, looking at a long hard slog through the week and counting the days until the weekend. I should have done this years ago.

So much for Monday to Friday, nine to five.

When The Music's Over

I haven't written anything on my blog for a long, long time. That's because I was coming to terms with the the fact that my marriage was reaching it's tragic conclusion. My wife and I have gone our separate ways, she keeps our son and our home and I'm staying with family until I'm back on my feet.

Apart from moving from the sprawling metropolis that is London, where I've lived all my life, to a tiny town in the Devon countryside, which is a wrench in itself, I'm also trying to get used to life without my wife and child. At night I sleep alone, no one to cuddle and wish "Goodnight" and in the morning, there are no 5yr old feet to jump upon my bed.

I'm very much lost for words...

Letter from a breaking heart

To those who know,

It's obvious that a line has been drawn and that sides have been taken. It's obvious that you would choose the side you're on, why wouldn't you? But there's a difference between being supportive and offering support.

If I were about to cause irreparable harm, I'd like to think I'd have someone on my side. Not to agree with my actions, but to make me see sense. Some things cannot be undone.

At this moment, it's not too late. There is still a chance. There is still hope. At least, there is still hope in my heart but time is running out. Once the damage is done... It's done.

The consequences will be particularly devastating for someone caught in the middle, someone with no choice in the matter. I wouldn't wish this on anyone. Ever.

I've been shying away from the reality of the situation but very soon events will come to a head and the repercussions will be tragic, indeed. It doesn't have to be this way.

I'm on my knees, begging, please don't allow this to continue. I've been through this once already and I'm dreading the prospect of having to go through it again.

Yours, most sincerely, a breaking heart.

Glipho photo writing challenge #2: Write 500 words

I've never written as part of a challenge before but the photo that was to be used as inspiration for a 500 word story... Well, it inspired me.

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Morbid, I know, but it was meant to have a dark theme and I couldn't imagine a darker theme than a kidnapping/murder coupled with a taunting message.