So this is it. The house Rob and I once shared with our children is out of my life, our lives. I am in a place that has had no Rob it in. His presence is not in the walls around me, he hasn't breathed a breath under this roof, he just does not exist to this house. My life is officially my life. And I'm not too sure how I feel about it all. Whilst I am glad to get on with my life and to be in such a beautiful place that my children and I love, it is also sad to leave the house I /we once had a family in. Where 4 of us woke to smile at the one we shared a room with, where 4 of us enjoyed breakfast at a table that was an ongoing project, where 4 of us piled in the bathroom to brush our teeth, where 4 of us rolled around the floor in the name of fun, where 4 of us napped after a long day out in Daddy's ute, where 4 of us sat around the same table for dinner and bitched at what was wrong with society/George Bush/dumbfucks and in general the world, where 4 of us watched tv in the evenings and just chillaxed together, where 4 of us were once a fairly happy family who loved each other. How so much can change because of 1 incident. Was that 1 incident worth losing what you had? It must have been. Sorry never passed your lips. I wonder if things would have turned out different if it had of. Stupidly enough I think there's a high chance things would've. So here is to my official new life. The life where every day is a happy one. Where the 3 of us wake and enjoy breakfast together, where 3 of us gather to brush our teeth before heading out for a long day, where 3 of us share an evening meal and sing, where 3 of us go to bed happy and know that we are loved. Oddly I'm not crying. I sort of thought I might but I am ready to do this. I am ready for this new beginning in my life. I am ready. For bed. I'm going to finish this off with my favourite letter/note from Rob. There is no reason for it to be up here other than to remind everyone to let someone know where you are. “Babe. See. When you go out y' should leave a note so as I know where y' gone. Or just that y' did go, and weren't abducted by aliens, and are being probed in the anal. Because that would be terrible. Mm. Loves.” Goodbye.