Bruce under stress.

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Whether I thought she was being reasonable was irrelevant. It was also not the time for me to give Bruce a hard time about not looking harder for his phone. It was my time to apologize and to listen.

And talk, Bruce did.

He told me more about the breakdown of their marriage. How he left after years of asking for intimacy. They didn’t have sex the last two years. They didn’t talk about anything other than her work and the kids. He said all she did in the evenings was sit on the couch and drink wine. He says he wants to be with someone who is as interested in him as he is in them, and who does more with their life.  Continue reading

plenty of shit has me depressed

I’m trying to avoid being buried by the bullshit

I know I’ve not written at my usual pace. It’s not that I don’t have posts swirling around in my head. There are far too many words to write.

I am working on the next post about Ian. It’s a doozy. But I needed to step away from that to just dump the other shit I’m dealing with out on a page.

First shit? Will, my ex-husband.

He wanted to move to the other side of the world again. Some of you may remember he moved away a year after he and I split up and was gone for ten months, leaving me as a single parent to an angry little boy. It was during that time I met Tony. Continue reading

An account of the date with the Accountant

As I mentioned a few days ago, a very nice man reached out to me right away – within a minute – of my unhiding my OK Cupid profile. He was a 97% match and quickly proved to be mature, polite, nicely flirty, interesting, and interested.

He is 55, a self-employed Chartered Accountant, and looks nothing like any of the men I’ve dated so far, with a full head of reddish blonde hair. Glasses. Slender.

He has been divorced for almost 10 years, and shares equal custody of his two teenaged sons.

He met all of my rules; we moved to text and then he quickly afterwards asked to meet me for a drink. I chose my favourite restaurant near my office. The last time I was there it was with Tony.

Our date was this evening. Continue reading

Dog Drama. F*ck.

You know, I really need LESS drama in my life, not MORE drama.

Obviously, not everyone has gotten this memo.

Read my post called “What obligation do I have to my ex-dog” for the background context.

Two emails from Will (my ex) this week (the only thing I did was remove the names, otherwise this is verbatim)…

The first, to my Mom and me:

Guys – need to find the dog a home. Comes with the dog walker. We’re desperate. I don’t want to lose him from our son’s world but can’t get him down here in short term and need some help.

Can you do anything to help?

And in advance. Sorry for asking. I wouldn’t unless I didn’t have another plan. I really need help on this and am completely out of ideas and don’t know what to do.

What I wanted to say: Continue reading

My poor son :(

For the prior year, Sunday has been the day that my son switches houses.

Last night, whilst going over our plans for today (Sunday) with my son, he said

“and after that, I go to Daddy’s, right?”

and I had to explain that Daddy is away and he will only be coming home every few weekends.

I could feel the sadness radiating off him, yet, just like his father, he didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t press it.

So…it’s a beautiful day here today, and I’m taking my son to a place filled with trees and parkland, surrounded by water, with an amazing amusement park for children. We will ride the rides and play games and lay on the grass. We will be joined by a close friend and her two girls later in the day.

And I’m hoping that my son forgets his sadness, if just for a few hours.