And so it begins...a few weeks ago, my partner of 12 years and I realised we had reached a point where our relationship had completely broken down. I honestly thought that splitting up was what I wanted - but as soon as we had finished the 'chat', Pandora's Box of emotions was unlocked and I have regretted it ever since.

Despite pleading (not dignified, no), begging (is that not still pleading?) and asking for another chance, my long suffering ex has steadfastly refused to change her mind. So, here I am, back at my parents home, where I really don't want to be, in between staying with family friends when I am at work in London.

Add into that equation - the two children that I have with my ex; my bloke emotions struggling to cope with rejection; unrequited love; guilt and generally realising I am an idiot...

So this little blog is going to be where I get my thoughts down and stop myself from texting and phoning her every 5 minutes. I thought that being in my late 30s I'd have left the adolescent emotions behind, but no, I still act like a lovesick 6th former.

Any advice, distraction or humour to get this idiot through will be greatly appreciated.