For the past few weeks, I’ve been thinking about my failed marriage more so than usual. The reason, I do not know.

If you’ve ever read any of my blog posts, you may have noticed how passionate I strive to be in my writing and how I like to express myself within the words I write.

With something so personal as the breakdown of a relationship, usually between two people, there are always going to be two sides to the story. He did this, he did that, she said this, she said that etc.

I too don’t know many divorces that haven’t been bitter, at some point. Something, I will have to go through.

To clear my mind, I have often wanted to write about the breakdown of my relationship.

But, over the years I have learned that there are some things you just don’t write about. Challenging public institutions is one thing, but hanging your dirty laundry in public is another thing.

Having some self-pride often stops me from writing about abandonment, when you need someone most. But, it’s something I have to live with and try to deal with on my own in the best possible way.

We all move on from a relationship at different stages, some, quicker than others.

My moving on was drastically delayed, because, my battle with the Metropolitan Police has consumed so much of my time. Time, where I’ve not been able to dwell on the past. A blessing in disguise?

It’s been over a year and a half since the breakdown of my long-term relationship and marriage, and I’ve pretty much come to the conclusion that I’m better on my own. In fact, I’ve become content with it.

I have noted that, I have actually given up on relationships now. I know I joke on Twitter and the likes about having met Mr Right, but that’s all it is – a joke.

However, I’m not naïve to know that for some there probably is someone out there for them. That, right person. For me, I’m sticking with the safe option. You can’t let yourself down, I think!?

I wish him and others in fact, no ill. Something, which has been an inner battle.

Whilst I’ve been taking on a new direction in my life, I’ve been thinking about my own protection.

I’ve concluded that, who needs a heart when a heart can be broken.

Take care, Max.