O' to be a six year old

This is the picture my son has on his bedside table. He wishes mummy and daddy were back together. He kisses it most nights, before going to sleep.

Why can't life be like it is through the eyes of a six year old?

In stark contrast, today was supposed to be the day our divorce was finalised in court. A day where we could finally draw a line under the unhappy memories of the recent past, look with optimism toward the future and start to look back fondly on the happy memories from the marriage.

But yesterday, my estranged wife got her solicitor to cancel it. The ordeal continues. The pain continues. The stress continues.

Life is too short to spend so much time on negative thoughts!