Right so, I’ve not updated you in freakin’ ages but there is an incredibly valid reason. Holy shit I’ve had a busy couple of months. Right where the fuck do I even start. Okay, so super summary: House is sold, I’ve moved out, I’ve moved in, I’ve argued with the courts, I’ve almost being made motorway jam, and I’ve been to F1 Live. Doesn’t sound like a lot but yeah it has been interesting….. Oh, and I found my first grey hair this morning. So not only is the level of stress I’ve been under being making my hair fall out, it has also been making it turn grey. Yay!
House sale went through almost a month ago now, bought by a lovely couple and I wish them all the best with it. I do hope it isn’t a curse on their relationship like it clearly was with mine. Moving out of Wales really screwed with me. The week or so leading up to it was one of the busiest working weeks I have had in a very long time. Shares in Domino’s must have doubled that week….as did my waist. Physically I was exhausted and emotionally I was for lack of a better term broken.
Having the move date set and everything was a blessing, and I know that, but it hurt like hell. It was an acknowledgement that my life had just taken a huge step backwards. Marriage failed, no assets and soon to be back living at home. I cannot even describe the combination of things that were going through my head. Seeing Rachael as upset as she was about it was also impossible for me. Knowing that it would be the last time I saw a woman I love while trying to be strong was agony.
The move day came and went and I found myself back living at home. Which was awesome. I’m not going to lie apart from a few really minor gripes I loved seeing my family every day. I got to see my best friend and her new babies as well (Can men be broody?). So all in all apart from the effort it took to get home and the transition of being back there it was nice. I love them all, but being around them 24/7 was a bit much.
I’m not going to get into the details of me arguing with a court about divorce proceedings the short version is this:
If it says six months on a form you should at lease be able to count to six and know that February plus six months is not fucking June! What kind of Primary school morons do you have there? And then after I point out that you can’t count having the nerve to say “oh the judge needs you to confirm your living situation”. I’ve sold a house since starting this process. Have you got the last living specimen of Homo Habilis working there? Jesus H Christ.
The new place is starting to feel a bit more like home than a hotel. The weird thing is the things that used to annoy me about living with Rach are the things I’m looking at buying. Like Shelves for displays, throws and scatter cushions. I suppose when you get used to things being one way you want them to stay that way, even if the driving force for it isn’t there anymore. The motorway journey back was interesting though. Overtaking someone on the motorway to see someone else coming the other way is enough to make you poo.