Miss Demeanour

Things are the same, and yet not the same.

It's very odd. A sort of phoney war I suppose. I don't know whether we are waiting for the storm to break, or whether we simply can't be bothered to tackle anything any more.  He's determined he's not going to move out  - and I thought about just moving out myself with the girls and buying somewhere else, but I don't have enough for a deposit. Apparently you need 25% now.

Although I do own the Dino... which would be plenty for a deposit...

I've changed, you see.  I still look like me, but I'm uglier. I'm Evil-Zombie-Me. I'm like the armed wing of Me.  I am taking no prisoners. I am taking no shit.

Although first I need to make it through the holiday we've booked...

This involves a protracted ten day period of time together.  It also involves complicated travel, time in a country where neither of us speak the language, and four very tired people.  I'm sure it'll all be just dandy.

I'm still angry. How dare he, how very dare he, dump me, now? Thereby denying me the opportunity to be the one doing the dumping, at a time that suited me better. I am mightily put out. What happened to sticking it out until the children left home? Mind you, that would make him, hmmmm let me see, about 112 or something so I guess he has more of a sense of urgency.

I'm not sure how this plan of being Great Friends is going to work out. We don't really like each other very much.  And now I'm in my Unbalanced Zombie phase, I don't see that things can improve.   Look on the bright side, though.  If I turn out to have something substantive wrong with me, at least I will get to have a nice lie down, and someone will bring me my breakfast in bed and a nice cup of tea. Small comforts.