It's been a long time coming but now there's a date for my X to move out. He has NO idea how excited I am about him going. I have just done a tour of the house and am constantly thinking about moving furniture, rearranging rooms in the best way so that I have invite friends to stay (my BF moved back to Paris 2 yrs ago and I would love to have room for her and her daughter to stay in the holidays) plus changes like where to put the giant telly (that he hates and has hidden in the office[ and make a comfy space, not in the living room, where I can curl up with the kids so we can watch films together. What else??
It's crazy actually. Now the end is in sight I realise just how compromised I have been in our relationship. Our split is officially amicable (no infidelity or anything like that, just the old "grown apart" thing[ but my god, there is so much that has pissed me off over the last umpteen years.
I am worried to death about the kids though. We will tell them when I get back from visiting family in the holidays. Then need to figure out how to split the time between us. That part gets easier right?