At the last minute I decided to take the day off to spend with the birthday boy. He wants a supermarket fry up after the obligatory dog walk. Today would have been my 20th wedding anniversary and I'm resisting the pull to consider how the day might have been different. It is now over five years since my husband left and my life is an alternative version of how I thought it would be, and yet is still full of many loyal loving people and joy.
We are moving towards my boyfriend moving in, at some point. Life is much more relaxing when he is here, I get to watch tele, and have had 3 family games of monopoly in the last week. When I'm the sole adult here, my evenings tend to consist of getting in from work, checking emails for my other work jobs, walking the dog, planning tea (sometimes shopping for it, depends how organised I've been), making tea, cajoling kids, clearing up, sorting everything for the next day and then collapsing in bed. I think that sharing things will be good for my mental health, if not my waist line (I seem to have an extra meal, supper, when he is here that I don't have when he is not).
So, I'm excited, but also a little afraid, as things didn't work out as planned last time I shared a house. But if my mantra is to choose love not fear, then it's time to live that :D
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