Here's something funny.... P has obviously upped his parenting / domestic game. I don't know whether this is because he thinks we are splitting and wants to be able to represent himself as the Good Guy. Or it might even be because he hopes we aren't and wants to show me he is a good guy? Anyway it is very nice. I have had a really restful day, napped between 6 and 7, he made their dinner, he played with them in the garden, he did a load of washing that included some of their stuff! and EVEN SOME OF MINE! (two pieces, but still, most weeks/ months years go by and he doesn't touch laundry other than his own)
At one point, when I was sitting in the shade with a book, (perhaps over confident while a bit hopped up on too much coffee, but still) I thought: something has changed. I really don't care whether he ever understands how much work I do that he is even unaware of; I really don't care whether he ever understands how much he has leant on me, too much, disrespected everything I do, while the pressure is actually damaging me. I really don't care, because I know. And I can leave. And I will leave if I can't have new, better boundaries; and if I leave and he still doesn't understand (likely) and just thinks it's because I'm a bitch (likely) I quite sincerely do not care.
This is new. I have fantasised so long and so hard for years about one day him just seeing what I see. I see more than he does, I get stuff he doesn't get, and it doesn't matter.
I think some of this has something to do with speaking to my sister yesterday. Some of it has something to do with feeling like my time isn't going to last forever; I am not young; if I don't live now, when am I ever going to live?
...and a lot of it has to do with YOU! YOU! YOU LOT!
I mean come on, it's not like I'm never going to be on here again bleating and and whining about how tragic I feel, let's be realistic, there is a lot to get through, but right now this is new and this is good.