07 February 2006

One Of Those 'Once Upon A Time' Times.

Once upon a time my ex husband walked out.

In one week, not too many days after I discovered I was a single mother, he cleared out and overdrew our joint bank account, the living room curtain pole fell off the wall, the vacuum cleaner and TV blew up/died and the washing machine leaked.

I found my self sweeping carpet with a broom, washing school uniform by hand in the bath, with no privacy and no TV.

Now I am trying to backtrack and recall whether this was the harbinger of good things or bad.

Him leaving was obviously a 'good thing', not that it felt that way too often at the time. Its a well known fact that the times where you cannot afford for anything to go wrong are also the times when absolutely everything does its utmost to go as far tits up as possible.

Yesterday by best MSN chat friend (ie the one who is indoors all day, just like me) cleared off for a two-week tryst en France. Good for her! This would not be such an issue for me except that Husband leaves, lunchtime tomorrow, on yet another flaming training course and will be rattling around in some grand hotel halfway up the country for the next ten days. I get him back the weekend after next.

Okay, so there I was, gearing up for three school days and a whole half term (plus Valentines day) without too much in the way of adult communication. ('Too much' meaning any, at all.)

Now the TV has decided I am allowed to hear but not see whats on - the picture has died. The kids will go bonkers, but not as doolally as me once they're in bed and the silence creeps in. I feel some divinely foisted pottering coming on.

Its going to be like solitary confinement, except with mouths to feed and wars to adjudicate.

At least I'm near the sea, so perhaps a long walk. I just can't think where the nearest short pier might be.

10 comments:

Ms Mac said...

Oh dear, things are looking pretty dire for you adult-communication wise. You'll have to blog lots!

The Lady Muck said...

Oh chicken, that's crap. Sympathy! You do seem to be right about the whole things going wrong when you didn't think they could get worse. I am a cynical old moo but I do have a naive faith in fate. BTW am sending very bad vibes out to your crap ex, may his bits be shrivelling as I type. Sorry, pmt ;-)

Cheryl said...

Lady Muck - you angel.
Ex left over a decade ago, his 'bits' were never much to write home about in ther first place and given the stuff he'd swallow and call it a party, I doubt theres much left to shrivel. Nonetheless, be my guest.
:-)

Ivy the Goober said...

Well, as messy as it feels like my divorce is getting at times, I can be glad we don't still have a joint account for him to wipe out! ouch!

Cheryl said...

((((Ivy))))
If you want to read the current divorce from hell (just to add a couple more 'at leasts' to the list), hop on over to Sassy's: Finding Myself.

I used to read agony aunts for the same reason - they either made my life seem not so bad after all, or alternatively the 'problems' were real small pathetic stuff that made me feel stronger than the dweeb who wrote in.... ;-)

Just another American Expat said...

Cheryl,

Here’s a little message for “Murphy” to cheer you up.

“Smile . . . tomorrow will be worse.”

Hang in there.

bart said...

sunshine, i know the feeling... so badly...

things are going so wrong here at the moment... euro and post-reaganist inflicted...

life sux indeed, but it will get better i'm sure... i'm just wondering when...

Ally said...

Ah honey, sounds like Ms Mac is right. And can you turn the no-picture TV in to a game? Or does that only work when you make up the words, not make up the pictures?

Le laquet said...

No TV and half term?!? And not even the "it's lovely and sunny go out into the garden" June half term! Stella's right - blog lots, we'll all be here to respond!

Kim said...

((((((((cheryl!)))))) I see much blogging in your future....