I didn't see it coming.
In 2009 my wife stopped me on my way to work and said she didn't love me anymore. I bloody nearly fell over. We had a four-year-old daughter and a three-year-old son.
To be honest, it completely fucked me. I had this concept of what my family was going to be. Having that stripped away from me and not being able to live with my kids — that was so heavy to manage.
I moved out to a rented place on Sydney's Northern Beaches, close enough to keep them in sight. I woke up one day in that new house with no furniture, on a foam mattress in a sleeping bag. I was ready to take my boot-laces out and find the closest rafter.
My old man told me to see a counsellor. I was furious. I went anyway. Best thing I ever did.
The 33-year-old me on that foam mattress needed someone to tell him what worked — without bullshit, without selling him anything, without being too American or too soft.
That's why this site exists.