I am laughing as I type. I have written so many different headlines to this piece. I settled on Christmas advice. Why? I mean come on, who am I to give advice about Christmas? I am about to celebrate my first Christmas as a divorced mother. My kids will not wake up on Christmas morning to enjoy both their mother and father watch them opening their presents. Instead they will call their Dad to tell him what Father Christmas delivered. Then on Boxing Day they get Christmas Day Take Two. They will never again have a Christmas like they used to. And that is my fault. As in, that was my decision. And my goodness there is a huge amount of guilt that goes with that. One of my sons will likely not remember a Christmas where we were all together. Is that better or worse I wonder? I just don’t know. Shall we talk about all of this? Do you want to? READ MORE