I’ve had to leave the job I love, the job I was great at, the job I had so much unfulfilled potential yet to explore, and all because they got my ex back into work.

I was promised she was done, that my mental health was more important than her employment, and that I belonged there, not her. To be honest, it wasn’t her decision, and maybe she was as surprised as I was, but I know she thought she was done, she’d left all the work chat groups, and she’d even gone back to stalking me a little, to see what she could learn. And, of course, she’d gone back to drinking.

But I’m not mad, just gutted. If I was angry at her this would be so much easier. I could channel my anger and use it to keep pounding away at work, travel Europe, make more crazy new friends, and ignore the devastation she had rained down upon me.

Instead the curtain goes down on my show for now, although you must know that I’ve got more adventures lined up. I’m just waiting on the final word about a new job. It will involve me going back into Europe, and touring, but in a different way.

I haven’t been right since earlier this year, and I’d fallen into living the real rock n roll lifestyle, and it was beginning to take a toll on me, and this potential job would be a much safer, much healthier bet.

But rest assured, I’m not done yet. I’ve had a taste of the euro life, and I don’t think there were any countries or people I didn’t like, so I’m eager to travel wherever, whenever again, and document my travels in these missives.

But for now I’m taking some time off, so expect some boring blogs the next few weeks.

At least until go to Thailand with Bam!