Where do I start.
I imagine most of you know that Bryan paid me a visit. Don't know what I can say about it, really.
I'd gone back to mine for some laundry, got in the building fine, took the stairs like I always do, key in the lock and when I turned it he grabbed the back of my collar and shoved me inside. Obviously I didn't know who it was right then, but it was never going to be good, was it? I should have been more aware of my surroundings. I should have thought he might do this. but I wasn't, and I didn't. More fool me.
Anyway, once he was in he obviously didn't want to leave without some answers. So we talked. Well, he shouted, I tried not to shout back. He tried to look through my stuff, I tried to stop him.
He said a lot of things designed to hurt me. Some of them true.
All boiled down to him wanting money though, really. He said he'd let the dissolution go through without any trouble if I agreed to pay him off. I didn't agree. so there was more shouting, more threats. You can probably imagine. Although I hope you can't, really.
So in the end he left. Well, it got slightly physical, I sort of threw him out. And now...now I don't know.
Right now my life is full of not knowing. Work is a bloody nightmare, because the thing I cryptically referred to before seems to be a bit stalled, which means I'm stuck in some sort of limbo world of stress.
I'm just glad to say Danger and the boys are...well, wonderful. Danger keeps playing all this down, but believe me, there was a time when seeing Bryan would've had me reaching for the fags and booze. But not this time. I went back to John and he provided brownies and understanding. Not in that order. Far healthier. Well, admittedly I had a few cigs the next day, but none today.
Might see if I can get Danger to myself for a few hours at the weekend. I feel bad, dumping the boys on someone else, but I think I could do with a bit of time alone with him. Well, him and the bike.