My D-I-V-O-R-C-E

Well the hour is fast approaching when PG and I will be going our separate ways. We've started the discussions regarding custody of our joint items and realised swiftly that he owns all the saucepans/cooking utensils but I own all the crockery and cutlery and that neither of us wants the TV (it's bloody heavy).

I keep joking that it feels like a divorce but actually it is starting to feel more real like that by the day, especially with the upcoming task of untangling ourselves financially. I swear though, if he makes a joke about who gets custody of our mutual friends I'll punch him in the face.

I realised at the weekend as we celebrated CG's birthday that P and I are dandy around each other when there are other people around to ease things a bit however it all gets a bit weird if it's just the two of us. I suspect this is because fundamentally we're two very different people, he's unemotional, unflappable and doesn't mind being alone whereas I'm sometimes over emotional, excitable and need company.

This is where the problems occur. He is happy to sit with me in silence and whilst sometimes I'm grand with that, there are times when conversation would be nice. Trying to get conversation out of him is like trying to get blood out of a stone however so I always resort to some standard questions:

1) How was your day at work?
2) Are you up to anything tonight?
3) Where are you going tonight, anywhere nice?

I may as well ask him 'will you be with other women', 'what time can I expect you' and the real doozy when he does come home 'and what time do you call this?'… No wonder our friendship has hit the skids. I've turned into the stereotypical nagging housewife!

So while I have been sad about our upcoming split I've now realised that it's definitely time for it to happen before I brain him with a saucepan (his) or he runs off with a floozy. I'm hoping that when we're not sharing the same living space we'll be able to hang out as friends and have a little bit more to talk about.

Oh and blatantly all the friends would choose me in a battle 😉


2 thoughts on “My D-I-V-O-R-C-E

  1. Argh I so understand. My male housemate has been with me for the last god knows how many years. Even though my fella now lives with me, the housemate has been in my life longer. It's like having 2 husbands. He comes in and I am like 'cup of tea?'. I sometimes text him to see if he is 'home tonight' or 'do you want anything from Tesco'. It's ridiculous. I'm his mum. In fact, D and I are his parents it seems. lol. When the fella moved in here (it's my flat) the housemate decided to stay for a while, a) because I said he could, and b) cos he was too skint to go elsewhere.I do love him oodles though. I think all good things come to an end – I also think it's for the best and a friendship will be salvaged from the 'divorce' between you and P. I used to say J was the perfect man except we went into seperate rooms at night! Happy house hunting Allylove L x

  2. Congratulations. You have just discovered the difference between Introverts and Extraverts. It's a really bad idea for people of these two dispositions to live together, because one views home as their refuge where they don't *have* to talk to anyone, while the other views housemates as an on tap source of conversation on demand.

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