Hi All,
Looking forward to joining in,
I met my wife online and we married 10 years ago, have to young boys and used to love life, living in Cornwall how could you not, things went wrong when I started my own general building business after who I was working for retired, I ran the business completely on my own (finding work, quoting, doing the work, books and all), my wife is a primary school teacher and didn't want to get involved, I got the kids ready and off to school in the mornings and picked them up from the childminder in the evenings, did the shopping and shared the housework.
Last year my father-in-law became really ill and later died, did all I could to support my wife, I also heard my dad had heart failure who lived 300 miles away, plus my van had packed up and more work was coming in all the time, so quick found and bought a secondhand van, I decided to take on an apprentice because of the work load, only that made things worse as I was now a teacher myself as well as everything else, then my wifes new car went wrong, the garage didn't have a courtesy car, so for 2 weeks I took and picked up my wife from work 17 miles away while they messed around with it, illness hit us over christmas, as did the snowy weather. I was filling in form after form to try and get the grant money for having the apprentice, took nearly 6 months to get the money I should have had 2 months after he had started with me, but it was to little to late,
Easter I had a bailiff come to the door but know idea what for or how much, that detail didn't sink in, well I closed the business, phonelines, website and laid off the apprentice, mainly as my mother-in-law went mad and in a large amount of words said I did absolutely nothing in the house or for the family, my wife basically agreed with some of what she said, I just kept saying I'll sort it. My wife kept moaning at me from then on, had I paid this or that, was there any others I hadn't paid, I didn't know I still had some work left over, I began to scratch my arm and started to make it bleed. final thing was the bailiff returning again, I broke down in tears not knowing what to do, later my mother-in-law came round and had another go at me, saying I should be a man and stop sitting there with my head in my hands, she called me a liar and lazy and told me to get out, after more ranting she threw me out. somehow I made it to my mum & dads 300 miles away, I don't remember the journey or what route I took, all I know is I got there the next day. my mum got me to the doctors and now I am on anti-depressants and waiting to hear when my counselling starts,
Till later,
Paul