One night before he MO H picked me up from the station. I asked him how the flat hunting was going (I knew he went to see 2 that day) and he said he was worried about the parking (he has a very big car). He then drove me around to look at the parking spaces. I pretended to be interested but inside all I could think was FFS you're taking me to look at car spaces.
He moved in on a Thursday. I didn't see it for about a week. I was shocked. It was filled with all our old furniture. In the cupboards were spare plates and cups that I had bought and he had taken. He had bought paintings and cushions and there were pictures of the children everywhere. There was also empty frames up which once held pictures of the two of us (he had taken the pictures of us out). He had bought little ornaments to put on the window shelves. All I could think was soft furnishings and picture frames. He was building a home. We talked about this once (about a month later) and he looked at me and said "what am I supposed to do".
I go round there to pick the kids up. I sit on the sofa and he makes me tea. I notice everything. A half drunk bottle of wine, the number of cups in the sink, the number of bowls, anything that he has bought that wasn't there before. I once saw a cup of black tea. When I said "when did you start drinking black tea" he replied that it was green tea, and he had always sometime drank it. I felt like an idiot as he was right, every now and then he drinks green tea. So, whilst I notice things, I try not to think about it. Cheesless tunnels.
I hate being there and avoid it like the plague.
Should you go. If you think you can handle it. It will hurt though.
