Ex is twatting about re the house sale - it's all in place, money has cleared from purchasers, every last little thing - and the twat hasn't/won't sign the contract. Won't answer phone to solicitor or estate agent, no idea what to do. They are all on his case but he is just ignoring them and it is just so incredibly stressful. Was supposed to complete on Monday so this has been going on for ages but today is the first day I've got a straight tale about why it's all held up.
The whole house sale thing has been really difficult, brought up a lot of bad memories, and this just puts the tin hat on it.
On top of that, Lovely??? Man's operation went well, so he got discharged yesterday as they did it keyhole. Texted a bit yesterday morning, but I sent one yesterday afternoon in reply to his last text, no response, and then in the evening my mum said she'd have the children for a sleepover not this weekend coming but the next one - she offered out of the blue - so I texted to see if that fitted in with his plans to have his dc. I know he read it as it shows on my phone, but again no answer. Nothing today either. His last text was that he was feeling in pain and "grumpy" so I guess that is code for "Leave me alone in my man-cave until I come out again" but it's made me feel really low and question where I stand with him. If it were me, I'd have sent a quick text saying "Not well, catch you soon" or whatever, not just ignored. I know rationally he's not well and needs to rest and recuperate but it's not making me feel good, feeling very insecure and low generally with all the stuff with ex. I'm feeling quite lonely too as all my friends are in different parts of the UK - that's what comes of having to uproot and move to get away from the ex - so although we text and meet up when we can, I don't have a local friend I can just pop round to and have a chat/moan/glass of wine with, and I really miss that.
Other stuff going on as well (money, children, Christmas, mother, work etc) but that's more copable with and less dating-thread fodder . . .
Well, that is quite enough ranting for a Friday lunchtime!