Mr Cuddles is dead, I suffocated him with a pillow whilst he was preaching the value of a good cuddle. I keep making the same mistakes again and again, instead of concentrating on the core me, and understanding me, and developing me through discipline and wisdom, I seem to find it easier to construct a new personality with all the facets of who I wish to be, and dip my toe in that personality for a while, as usual, my wife is unsure who I am, unsure what to expect of me, and as I am unable to live...