What do I say

Apologies but this photo was taken last night just after my lad fell asleep. I read him three Thomas the tank engine stories (the first one was read to me by him first). Such a wonderful little boy. My heart lifts, then sinks......

Today is the day I tell my son I'm moving out of the house. It's something I've been putting off for a while because I know it's going to be a very hard thing to do. Actually, that isn't the only reason. What with Christmas etc i just haven't rushed. Plus, and let's face it, I was a mess before Christmas. I am better now thanks to Friends and CBT and ME!

I pride myself on being a good father. I know my son like i know the back of my hand but I find myself unable to determine how he will react later today when my leaving is mentioned. I think I will cry but I feel I mustn't as that will just upset him further. Perhaps that's why the words that I need to muster just aren't coming to me. I thought they had, in a dream one night a few weeks ago. Forgotten now.

Tim.

Ps for those of you interested, I have decided to house share for a while. The opportunity came up recently (before Christmas it was a slight possibility only) and I've taken it. A lot less rent etc (especially when i'm still paying a mortgage etc) and gives me a chance to get on my feet. Plus it's company. I think I need that at the moment.