I'm not quite sure what I expected, if anything. A couple of friends who have an idea about out sitch said "phone me if you need to talk" -there wasn't really anything to talk about.
It was strange walking into "our home" when there was nothing of "us" left. He had removed some of his belongings, but by no means all. And had bought in some "tat" that I guess comes from his wife to make the house look a bit more lived in. Didn't work in my opinion but I didn't voice that thought.
Had a great time catching up with friends - you don't always realise what good friends you have made until you don't see them regularly and they all want to catch up at once.
the morning of our meeting I was busy helping a neighbour out with a flooding issue when the phone rang. Ex, to say he was running late, would still be coming, had had some bad news from the estate agent - another sale fallen through!!!
he turned up. Didn't stay that long(30-45 mins) No longer needed to complete the paperwork. I suggested renting the property but he didn't seem to like that idea. He was very jittery, didn't make eye contact with me the whole time he was there. I tried talking to him about his car (changed it),but he just said he was driving a friends car as he needed/wanted to collect a set of ladders and they wouldn't fit in his. Wouldn't/couldn't/didn't tell me what it was. Didn't mention our precious dog at all. Asked about his mothers health, just got an "alright". I had wanted to try and get into a general discussion about how he was doing/hoped he was happy, but just STFU.
He was gaunt and grey skinned, and his clothes were hanging off him. Wasn't wearing a wedding ring!!
I felt very little, if anything. He seemed worse, not better, that when I last saw him in july.
I did get upset though. That afternoon I attended a funeral service for my old neighbour. Whilst waiting in the church I chatted to her old friend, my ex used to visit her elderly housebound husband to chat about cars. she told me she was sorry that things had turned out the way they were (I have no idea what she knows/thinks) but proceeded to tell me all the nice things my ex used to tell them about me and how proud of me he was. Tears...
Its odd the things that hurt the most. This made me wonder so hard about what the h3ll had gone wrong.
On an odd note. My dear neighbour used to have a tale for every occasion. She even has one for her funeral now. About 40 mins before the service there was an almighty crack and bang. About 50 yards from her front door an enormous tree came down in the storm. It was laying about 10 foot above the road across stone walls. Her hearse had to take a detour and the top part of the tree was across the chapel yard and grave site. Locals chopped it up while the service went ahead so that she could be laid to rest. We lost power, phones and the road was still closed when I left this morning. some story for her to take with her.
Well home again. With abit more furniture, a lot of garden plants and a little more thought about what is going on with ex. He managed to tell me three different stories about why he had to take the ladders - none of which I believe to be the truth. And on that note I leave this with you...
