The profound agony of being in an unhappy marriage at the happiest time of year: One mother reveals the gulf that's grown between her and her husband - and why she's still clinging on to hope Merry Christmas, reader, from inside a dying marriage.
I find it hardest at this time of year, when it seems like the whole country is singing carols by the Christmas tree, drinking mulled wine – I hate mulled wine!
The first Monday of any year is Divorce Day, when people who try to hold it together over Christmas give up, call a lawyer and start dividing what's left: that's my cushion, that's your book...
Happy families are the same, but unhappy families are all different, as Tolstoy writes in Anna Karenina.
Happy times are not happy for unhappy people.
