"I've told Paul I want a divorce. It's the best option – for all of us" So, that's it then... it's official. Paul and I are getting a divorce. It wasn't an easy discussion – far from it, actually – but getting the rush of Christmas out of the way helped us to gain some much-needed clarity. We went out for a meal, it was much easier to chat about 'US' in a neutral place as neither of us would want to get into a heated debate. I think it made it all the more amicable and I was so relieved to know that Paul had come to the same conclusion. "You've made the right decision darling" said my Mum, the voice of reason. "I know that, but there is just so much to sort out; the mortgage, the bills, the children…" At least now we can both start to look forward. Mum suggested I contacted her solicitors, Wilkin Chapman. At least I know that I will be using a firm I can trust. My family have used them for years.
Paul has always been such a caring person, and a wonderful dad to Sophie (11) and Harry (8). After we graduated from University, got married and started our family, Paul was more than happy to support me financially so I could stay at home and concentrate on raising our children, and I couldn't be more grateful. My children mean the absolute world to me, and I've cherished every single second I've spent with them. I wouldn't have been able to do that without Paul, but that can't be a reason to stay together when we both know that this marriage simply isn't working any more. We have become more like best friends than lovers over the years.
It's just, now that it's decided, everything seems so uncertain. My life is going to change beyond recognition. I am scared to death. Am I going to be able to cope on my own with the kids? I know Paul will always be there to help and support me but, me - single, alone... what am I doing?
I know in my heart this is the right thing to do, but I don't know what's going to happen. What about our mortgage, and our family home? It's the only home Harry and Sophie have ever known and we have to sort who will stay there and shared arrangements for the kids. Oh my days, and what about, Monty (our trusted Labrador), how are we going the share him? This is so hard. Thank goodness I've got my Mum and Dad and our trusted and experienced family solicitor to help me through this.
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