Well that was one hell of a 90th day,
A ‘Sargeant’ called my workplace this morning,and I shat my pants ‘what have I done now’!..
My children’s father was in a cell and couldn’t pick up the children, was quite worried about him but they wouldn’t tell me anything of course,but said it wasn’t because he was drunk,which I asked straight away…I had obviously made up a story in my head because of last weekend journal entry 
.my eldest daughter was home with the children so was all okay to an extent…
Later on I had a phone call from his current partner,she started by saying that he had had some sort of breakdown,he had had some moments of not knowing where he was and then had come to (just after a shower),and they’d been out for dinner and he couldn’t read the menu and his words weren’t coming out properly,then returned to the house he had just moved into and smashed the house up,blood,and police were called by a neighbor, mental health team was called and today he had been crying , confused,and scared and anxious.
It has upset me ,I had thoughts of drinking to be honest,but it’s not going to solve anything…
He has texted to say he’s okay and had sleep…
Pretty shitty and scary 90th day…
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