On Friday June 5th the night before Laura was supposed to come back from Canada I received an e-mail from her wherein she announced that she would not be coming back from Toronto with our baby and had started 'separation' proceedings. For separation proceedings read divorce, equalisation of property, by which means, she wants half of the assets that I have accumulated from hard work before we met while I get half of the ZERO she has accumulated in a lifetime of excuses, and all sorts of other monies she somehow feels she is entitled to. There was no warning, no conversation, no explanation, no "I'm sorry but this isn't working." Just an e-mail stating she had started 'separation proceedings', she couldn't even be honest about that. At the same time as I was shopping buying treats and things for her and our baby, she was in court with a thick carpet of lies that she had woven from a very thin thread of truth. The last words she said to me before I received her missive was 'Love you too, miss you'. I never credited her with the capacity for deceit, treachery, mendacity, venality and spite that she has displayed with such sly artfulness.

Our home life had actually been very good over the last year. I shall probably never know what dark mental dances she had in April and May as she schemed the assassination of our marriage. It's sad. I loved her with all my heart and truly wanted her eyes to be the last I saw before I closed mine for the final time.

In the book of my own life I turned the page honestly believing we would both live happily ever and found the rest of the leaves torn away by the person to whom I had entrusted it.



In the last two days, I have spoken to two old friends. One has been dieing for years but is too stubborn to give in. To hear his voice, is to hear the fragility of his heart and I fear that every beat will be its last. The other has always seemed as strong as an ox, but has been given two years to live by his doctors.


"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee."

John Donne - Devotions upon Emergent Occasions, no. 17 (Meditation) 1624