So, that’s it. As of yesterday, I’m officially single.
For the first time in four years, we slept apart for a reason that wasn’t me kicking him out of bed because his snoring was keeping me awake, he had woken up to watch sport, or one of us was away.
We slept apart because we were no longer a couple.
That is a really fucking strange sentence to write. It doesn’t feel real yet. It’s only the first full day of having to correct ‘is’ to ‘was’, of having to feel that little sting every time you need to correct present tense to past.
It’s so strange when you break up with someone but you’re still living with them. Already the little things we used to do when we were a couple (here come those tears again) like leaving the toilet door open when we were peeing, letting the dog out in the morning without wearing pants or clothes entirely, showering with the bathroom door open, already they have changed.
I went to the toilet this morning and closed and locked the door for probably the second time in the two years we’ve lived here. He had a shower this morning and closed the door for probably the third time in all the time we’ve lived together as a couple. He used to enjoy looking at my butt as I waited for the dog to finish toileting as all I generally wore was a t-shirt.
That doesn’t happen anymore. And this is going to take a bit of getting used to.
The things we used to do because we were so comfortable with each other as a couple now need to be separated. The entitlements need to be removed, the privileges stripped away. The routines and patterns we’ve both settled in to just suddenly…stop.
I told him I think it would be wise for him to go to his parents place for a little while as I need time to be alone, and not just the ‘alone’ that sees him in another room and I just want to completely withdraw into my bedroom and not come out (which, incidentally, is exactly what I’ve done this morning.). I need to begin the healing process, I need the routines we created and the patterns we had to end. I need to start learning how to be completely independent again while trying to figure out exactly how to deal with this, how to deal with me, how to move on in life, how to grow, what to take out of it, what to leave behind, what to hold onto, what to let go. And I can’t do all of that with him being here as a constant reminder of what used to be.
He wants us to remain friends. He wants us to remain a part of each others lives. And I’m okay with that happening once I’ve learnt how to be ‘just me’ again. We both need to learn how to do that and there is no chance of it happening, at least for me, if we’re still constantly in each others pockets every day.
For now I’m going to have a cup of tea and watch Generation Kill. And cry a whole bunch more. I’ve set myself a timeline – my moping will end this coming Sunday night. After that I’m going to get seriously productive, but for now I just need to emote.