Feeling bad about writing such personal stuff on the internet. Heard a woman on a radio programme saying "it's an abuse of the internet to write about personal things".
Still fathoming that one out. Not quite sure why that's an abuse. No one has to read it. It's only there for me - then again, I guess I should click the "private" button or whatever it is so no one else could read it to prove how noble and pure I am.
Anyway, who gives a shit.
Had the results of my blood test back and it's good news. I have a healthy stock of eggs and my panic to act has been alleviated a tad. Still planning to freeze them though but in November as I've just started a new job.
Lots of stuff going on. Spoke to the Prince three times about leaving. Absolutely meant it too. But he is making a huge effort - even confirming me as his wife on Facebook and looking at the shelf full of rings in Argos.
I have had my flat valued, talked about selling it (estate agent says to wait because of end of year blues) and checked out properties and schools in south west London near my family.
So in the head it's all go. My heart is saying "stay put" this ain't over yet. I do still love him. Don't think he loves me but here I stay, hoping, hoping that one day...
