It started off badly when the Mega Corporate Conglomate I work for announced it was restructuring in the wake of a recent merger with another MCC. The design studio (where i started in the company) is to be axed. Twenty people, including my brother, that i've worked with closely for the last 8 years, get their redundancy notices this friday. This merger also means a ridiculous work load for me in my department of one, integrating their web assets, with a deadline looming at the end of the month and I still haven't got all of the materials together yet... (and i keep getting distracted by MR) Then, last week, a friend who was visiting dropped dead at the table. Dead. Just like that. I revived him (thanks to TV hospital drama teachings), and he seems to be OK now, and i thought it was cool with the whole experience, but a few days later I went completely wonky. I think I'm still coming to terms with it all. Just to make it more interesting, this week has seen the culmination of a long drawn out process with an agreement to separate after nine years and a 6 y.o. child together. Why am I telling you this, virtual strangers that you are? I don't know. You seem like nice people and sometimes it's easier to unload on strangers than to those caught up in your mess. My apologies by the way, if my posts have been strange, shouty or emotionally loopy to date and have caused offense. Anyway. There's not much you can do about it, but I'm kind of all over the place at the moment and I could do with some advice: The main difficulty I have now is how, when and what do i tell my little boy, who has suffered enough already, that will minimise the pain resulting from the separation? I'm not expecting there to be any easy answers, but if there are any of you out there that have been through it, I'd appreciate the wisdom of your experience. Thanks.