The plan was set, the details drawn up and every area covered.
The move was planned and the passports dusted off for the start of a new life and freedom.
Except in my life nothing goes to plan. In my life the powers that be decided that now was not the time to sell the house and move on. The plan fell apart and we are back to where we were. Going nowhere except to mad land, or bedlam or anywhere inside my head. But in reality nowhere .
The fact is I remain trapped in this non life. I have nothing to look forward to and just bath loads of pity from everyone.
I don't want pity, I just want to move on with my life. I can't do that . The only way to escape is by my own hand.
