Strange Sunday, Morose Monday

Poor lamentable NoozeHound here.

Sunday EMNH proposed an impromptu Birthday drink. Teenage EMNH came to give her Mother her present and EMNH and NoozeHoundette came up after the gutter cleanign had been sorted.

EMNH was a tad drunk and aftera walk around the cricket green to blag the NoozeHoundette onto the cricket clubs bouncy castle, we walked back to the pub and I drove her home.

It was nice.

"I still love you, you know?"
"NoozeHound, ...don't."

I went home to drown my sorrows (violently and rapidly) and watch the football.

* * *

Today I was at the house to look after NoozeHoundette - EMNH has to go to work.

While I was in the house I looked at EMNH's cards.
 Today I sought an excuse to email her, so I updated her on NoozeHounzdette's attire and what she had taken to school.

Not only was there one from the married  lover, she had even put it next to and in front of mine.
The cheek of it.
A snoop gets what he deserves I suppose.
I wanted to rip it to pieces.


 
I then had to email her again about a business trip.
 
"Either really, doesn't matter, I have to take her to and from Brownies on my own anyway, so don't get a break in between doing dinner Thurdays anyway and oin Tuesdays we are foten completing homework, but I am starting at 9am and finishing at 5.30pm, so I have time to sit in traffic to collect her from school by 6pm anyway, don't know if I'll be able to get to work by 9am tho.


(Just remembered, you drop her at 8.30am, so any day will be cool)"

followed by

"You obviously won't need to come round that week as I can manage childcare!


(Like when I'm on lates, all you'll have to do then is collect her and hold onto her until 7.10pm)"

The depressing finality of our separation, so clear in her words - she's trying to be nice, helpful, - I feel so desperately sad.



Welcome to the disappointment.