Not Over The Moon At Being A Dad Again

So, as a bit of an update to this.
Last weekend, I went to the pub with my best mate and his missus.
He had to dive off a collect his stepdaughter, and was gone about half an hour, anyway, talked to his missus about how I was feeling and just generally had a bit of a moan and a rant, to which she just sat and listened.

Afterward I felt tonnes better and have now got my head around the situation and I feel much better, even happy about the new arrival.

I know some people see talking about problems as a bit ‘wet’ me among them, but sometimes it really is good to get things off your chest.