Life isn’t getting any better here. We’re tolerating it because we have to, but it’s not pleasant in any way. I just want her to stop talking as it winds me up. She only leaves the house to take the dog out and pick the girls up from school so has nothing particularly interesting to say. Usually it’s about a dog they met in the park or some boring rant about her latest conspiracy theory obsession. I don’t care. I’ve switched off.

Two houses came up this week that were both perfect. I have an appointment to see one next week but the other one had gone by the time I called when I got to work. That’s the problem of house-hunting in secret. You can’t call to ask about somewhere just whenever, you have to wait until you’re alone for 5 minutes. And then

One comment on “Exasperation
  1. James says:

    Hi, I can’t remember how I first stumbled across your blog but at the time I was going through a separation of my own and looking for evidence that there could be light at the end of the tunnel. Plus I grew up in East Kent and, having longed to escape for most of my teenage years, have now come full circle and grown to love that part of the world again. It seems things have become more difficult for you in recent times, as they did for me last year, and I felt it was long overdue to say hello rather than be a silent lurker. I know the effort it takes to get out of bed sometimes but I also know how much love I feel spending time with my own not so little bundles of joy. How unbearable it can be to be without them and how unfair it can seem but how important it is to keep fighting for their sakes. Anyway, I just wanted to say hello, you are not alone, and I look forward to reading and replying to more posts soon.

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