Recently I'd been chatting to a very attractive lady who, eventually, called me out on my bullshit. She offered that I really didn't bring a lot to the table in terms of being a partner of any sort, and she was right in retrospect. I thank her for that. Therein, I thought I'd just post the truth about me, without trying to add any bells or whistles.

I'm 45. I live in the UK. I've been separated from my wife and family for just over a year. We split because I'm an alcoholic in recovery, and she didn't feel that she wanted to be with me because she didn't like who I was at the time. This is a battle I'm dealing with, and hopefully winning, but it's a daily thing. So far so good. I'm 5'5, a bit hairy, have a little extra weight around my tum thanks to the alcohol, but quite handsome (so I'm told, although I think my head looks like a poorly baked potato. What can you do?!?!) I've gone from living in a very nice 3 bedroom home to a double room in shared house. I lost my job in mid December due to the time I took away due to my mental health issues, all of which are due to the excessive alcohol, but I apply for upwards of 10 jobs a day. One of them has to come up.

Despite all of the above, I'm OK. I deal with things on a day by day basis. I recognise I've brought my situation on myself, and it's up to me to make things right to various people. As it stands, I try and dedicate my time to staying sober, and spending as much time as I can with my two girls. They need me but, more importantly, I need them.

There is probably more that I should have put here, but that's all of the pertinent stuff I could think of. Please, if you've read this far, don't feel any pity for me. I'm starting again, which can only be a good thing.