I sat on the sofa, eyeballing my boyfriend. I had the uneasy feeling he was returning the title back to me.
“The thing is…” he said, stonily. “The thing is, I’ve been thinking.”
Prolonged silence. That phrase is never followed by good things, especially when delivered by someone who just came back from an overseas holiday with a deep tan and a distinct lack of of affection.
“So… I’ve been away. And it was great. And I was thinking. About my life. And your life. And how different they are.”
This could be a painful conversation. I’d already worked out several months ago that the life of a full time working single mother was not ideally matched up with that of a thirty six year old confirmed bachelor. I was just a little confused about why this seemed to be news to him.
His cat jumped onto the coffee table and gave me a self satisfied smirk. He’s dumping you, the smirk said. You’re history. Good. He’ll have all the more time to open cat snacks and use the Furminator on that problem area of my tail. Though I will miss peeing on your handbag when you accidentally leave it on the floor.
The bloody cat had always hated me.
Back to the conversation. “Are you breaking up with me?”
His face got 20% more expressionless. Not good.
“Well. Yes. But you have to understand. Your life is horrible. You get up and you look after the children and you go to work and then you look after them some more and then you have to go to bed early so you can do it all again the next day. I mean, it just doesn’t stop.”
I couldn’t really argue with that. Apart from the bit about it being horrible. Challenging and tiring and stressful and at times really freaking incredible. But not horrible.
“Whereas my life is amazing. I can go on holiday and sleep in and do things on impulse without having to plan three weeks in advance to accommodate a babysitter. And what I was thinking was… why would I change my life to fit in with your life?”
He spread out his hands, confident of my immediate understanding. His point had been made, logic had prevailed.
“The thing is, hon… it’s just not the fairy tale, is it?”
And just like that, this blog was born.