Last night was pretty emotional.
Ex S came round, after the initial months of playing Your Stuff My Stuff, we have got over ourselves and finally sorted out what belongs to whom. We don’t even fight anymore, we talk. This is an amazing constitution, you understand. Ex S and I have come a long way. Yet it still makes me sad, since he was my 5-year long relationship that unravelled by the end.
Ex S hates coming to our apartment, for obvious reasons, yet he came by last night to pick up his remaining pieces of furniture to move into his new place.
The Ant and I helped load it into his car, as rain dropped on us. It was hard, and I must say I felt completely flat after that. Flat and immovable, to be precise.
He’s moving into a flat down the road in Melrose with a mate.
I even drank a beer. I don’t drink beer unless I’m in Belgium or Germany.
I suppose this is life. It’s hard, and when things get better in one arena, suddenly something bad happens elsewhere. Ex S and I being where we are today is something amazingly good. A couple of months ago we found it hard to be in the same room as each other. And in my trivial little existence, things change like this on a day-to-day basis. It all has to end up somewhere, right?
Everything that happens, no matter how small, has to contribute to a bigger (and perhaps better) picture in the end. If life has a purpose, and it has to have purpose - I cling to that like e.coli clings to a Shoprite 3-day old steak – I know I will understand all that’s happened in my life when I look back.
OK enough with the philosophical mutterings already. Sheesh. I’m going out tonight in a fit of Midweek Madness to get whoringly hammered.