I'm here, I'm ok! This week has been nuts with work, kids haven't been easy and therapy was really tough on Tuesday. More jigsaw pieces falling into place.
On the plus side, a massive work opportunity which is absolute karma when it comes to the Geller situation has appeared, which I'm keeping everything crossed it comes off because then....mwahahahaha.
FFS Geller continues to surpass himself. He has received my solicitors letter. And has sent me a long ranty email. Apparently I am making his life a misery and he will have to live in penury and I should think long and hard about the fact that he is so willing to buy the girls school shoes and ballet kit which goes above and beyond maintenance. I'm fortunate that he is willing to play a role in their lives and it's too hard to set up a second log in for out of school club so do it once and honestly he doesn't see why I shouldn't.
He's paid for the new car out of savings as he didn't think it was environmentally friendly to have a diesel car any more. But that's ok, as I now have the ability to work practically full time.
I'm so BORED of him. It's so tedious. I don't even want to think about it and him any more, I just want to get on with my life. Do my thing.
I yelled FUCK OFF, had breakfast in bed and a rant to a friend, and now I'm talking to you all before doing some work and going for a run then meeting a friend for coffee. I've a lovely weekend coming up, I'm playing tennis tonight for the first time in ages, and nice things on Saturday. I'm not wasting a minute of it on him.
Right. Firstly, apologies to you all for my wobble this week re DI Dishy and thank you for listening to me womble on. It wasn't, as so many of you will have put your finger on, actually anything to do with him really. It's about me facing up to me. I am in a much better place now and I've done a lot of soul searching and been honest with myself.
I don't want a relationship. The only relationship I want to focus on right now is the one I'm having with myself (apart from the kids, obviously). What I do want is respect and fun, and the level of communication between us needs to be addressed. Nothing else. That can unfold as it's meant to. But if he's not prepared to address that, or isn't ready for a bit more than friends who fuck, then I'm worth more than what he can offer. And that's ok. I don't need to compromise myself for him. To be fair to him, I don't think he'd expect me to. I haven't gone all nuclear on him, I haven't melted down, but we do need to redefine the boundaries. We're both intelligent adults and communication is key. It doesn't need to be heavy or laden with intent.