This break up with S is the first bad sad thing I have had to face without my darling little cat to comfort me in twenty years.
I don't know how to process this.
So S and I broke up again this evening. He says he's not in love with me any more, while he is still very fond of me.
We've agreed to stay friends.
Well this sucks...
Six years ago today I lost Starchild. My whole life changed direction that day and while I'm not unhappy, I think I will never stop mourning the life I lost.
The following exchange at work made me chortle this morning:
Prof Fleetfoot (talking about having run the London Marathon yesterday): well I'm glad I did it, but mainly because I never will feel the need to do it again. I think I will never feel my feet again either
Dr Daddy: I don't have to run a marathon, I just run around after my kids.
!!!
One of the two IRL friends who reads this blog pointed out a glaring omission in my (lack of) posts these past few months. S and I are back together...
So, we had that perplexing morning when we broke up and we stayed broken up for five days. During those days we exchanged a few texts and calls and then he came back to London from visiting his parents and straight to my flat. He told me that he hadn't meant what he said and told me that he had panicked. I was sceptical until he said "the last woman I loved died and I never thought I'd get over it. When I realised how I feel about you, I became insanely convinced you would die too. So I ran."
To the casual observer it will seem a very bizarre thing to think. But I've done almost exactly the same. Each time I got pregnant after Starchild I was terrified and convinced (correctly as it happened) that something terrible would fall upon me. I understand drowning in irrational waves of panic.
Since then S and I have gone from strength to strength. I met his parents last month and they like me :-)
And I, kind listener, can't remember when I have been this happy.
