In a fog

Well it’s happened. The ex and his gf are no longer. It was a mutual decision by all accounts, although I do think he broached it.

When he rang to tell me I felt relieved and uneasy in equal measure. Although I haven’t been entirely happy with the situation, at least she was a known quantity. I felt happy with her lack of involvement with the ex and especially the kids. She never wanted to be a mum to them and never once hinted that she wanted to move in. Now the future is even more foggy.

This news came after the ex and I had spent most of the previous weekend together. The kids had had their biannual dance show, which meant lots of guilt-free time for us to spend together. We went to the movies on the Saturday, followed by some bedroom fun. Then the following evening we had to fill a couple of hours in a God-awful place called Aldershot, while waiting to watch the show.

The place was full of bingo halls and amusement arcades with the one decent coffee shop closing as we arrived. It was so depressing we were tempted to drive home and claim to have seen the show. We decided against that idea, just in case some dance disaster occurred and we were caught out.

In the end we sat in the car, outside a police station, eating sweets. Very rock and roll!

We did have a laugh though, so much so, that the kids didn’t know what to make of their giggling parents in the car on the way home. We were never like that when we were married.

Anyway I’ve kept it clear in my head that nothing needs to change and him now being single should make things a bit more straightforward. No more sneaking around and acting weirdly in front of the kids. Or so I though…

My ex popped over yesterday for a bit of Morning Glory, which was, as usual, glorious. But I’m now left me feeling slightly uneasy and confused by his remarks as he was getting dressed. ‘No more girlfriend to worry about now,’ he said. ‘I’m free and single.’

Then he started encouraging me to see other men if I want to.

Does this mean he is about to embark on a shagathon of his own? Watch this space…

What a turkey

It's been ages since my last blog and I've had to read my old post to get me up to speed. Apologies. Well, the promised curry never happened. I text my ex on the way home from work and he'd said he'd already eaten and did I have any other ideas for what we could do instead. I took that to mean, 'I'm horny and just fancy a fuck.' Well I wasn't so I went home and cooked myself dinner.

We did get together for a bit of bed action just before Christmas, which was good and is still doing it for me. Maybe because it's more on my terms, when I really want it. A bit selfish
I know, but I have come to the conclusion that I'm just not cut out for committed relationships. I love the time I have to myself and I think many of my married friends slightly envy me.

Christmas didn't start well. The kids were with him Christmas Eve and they were having the traditional gammon and mash for dinner. I waited all day for an invite and at 6pm finally accepted it wasn't going to come. That hurt.

Anyway, moving on, the Big Day was a success. Kids loved their presents, the turkey was good and plenty of fizz was consumed - just as it should be.

New Year was a bit of a damp squib though. No-one seemed to be up for much, so I stayed in with the kids, playing Mario Tennis on the Wii and again drinking plenty of fizz. I was slightly perturbed when I was listened to Frank Skinner's radio show and he said that if your New Year's celebrations are dull, then the rest of your year will follow suit. I do hope not.