Archives for the month of: May, 2015

Quite a lot has been happening over the past few weeks and the tunnel is shorter, the light brighter.

The house has a buyer, about ten days after going on the market, at full asking price. Unfortunately, I lost three houses because I wasn’t under offer at the time, one of which was lovely and perfect – but there will be more.

I’ve had notice from my solicitor that the divorce court date is set for 28th May – that’s next week. If all goes well, I will be divorced in another couple of months.

I feel like I’m finally moving forward.

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I had a trigger event yesterday. Here’s what happened.

I bought a cutlery holder for the drainer, the reason being we get through a lot of teaspoons and if I put them in the dishwasher we run out so I rinse them and put them on the drainer, but felt a cutlery holder would be better.  Hardly revolutionary stuff!

I was sitting in my daughter’s room when husband stormed in, waving the aforementioned cutlery holder and shouting “What the f*** is this?  You’re an f****** eejit”.

After he’d gone to bed, I went down to the kitchen and the holder had gone. I looked it the cupboards – no sign.

I found it in the bin.  And I kicked myself for buying it and making him angry.

And then I stopped.  That was what my life WAS like: weighing up my actions and trying to gauge his response and beating myself up when I made the wrong decision.  Over something as insignificant as a cutlery holder. And now I can clearly see the craziness of the situation and wonder why on earth I ever went along with it.  But then I admire myself; I admire myself for my dedication to trying to make the marriage work. However, I can see that no matter what I’d done, it would have been wrong and I was right to call it a day and file for divorce.

Needless to say, he blames me for everything. “I can’t believe what you’ve done to me” is what I frequently hear.  He’s trying to make me feel guilty but I know how hard I tried and I don’t care what his reality is because I know the truth.

Soon I will be shot of him and I’ll have my own house and as many cutlery holders as I want.

And I can’t wait.