MESSY

The cat has been put among the pigeons and the shit has hit the fan. (If anyone from Cliche-watch is reading this, yes I know they are as old as the hills.)


Things on the divorce front are hotting up, so the Big-X has decided to wield her biggest weapon and beat me hard with it. She's making it extremely difficult for me to see my children, which is not only extremely distressing for me, it's also something we vowed we'd never do.


I'm not saying it's been easy because it hasn't, but we've rubbed along for the last 18 months handling it as best we can in the circumstances. (She doesn't work so I work full time and keep her and the kids in the house whilst living elsewhere.) My plan was that once they were all at school, she'd go back to work, I'd be able to afford my own place which would be a proper second home for the children and we'd all get on with our lives.


Sounds reasonable?

But we're dealing here with anger, which is a funny emotion. And scorn, and bitterness and rage and resentment. And ire. And wrath. My honest take on this is that it's not just me she's unhappy with, but I'm there to take the brunt of it. It's probably herself and who knows who or what else. I'm alright, which is not just an accident, it is something I have worked hard to make sure of, because it's no good to the children if I lose the plot. I faced it down, and got lucky with who I met along the way.

The sad thing is, this is all solvable and totally preventable.

I'm also not sure where I stand legally on this, but in the meantime if anybody wants me I shall be in the fancy dress shop choosing my Batman outfit.



****As a little postscript, I've had a couple of comments recently that this blog is "one-sided." Well, yes, that is rather the point. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy it and your feedback is greatly appreciated. But I write it for me, as I see it. "Fair and balanced" stays at work in this case!