Tomorrow will be a milestone day. I say this because by the end of it, if all goes well, one major tie to what was will no longer be.
For the last couple of months I seem to have spent quite a lot of time speaking to the bank, filling in forms, sending letters and documentation to the bank and solicitor with the aim of buying my wife out of the house. If the solicitor does their job correctly, by the end of the day she will have been paid her cut of the equity from the house and I will be sole owner, making all the hard work and stress of the last couple of months well worthwhile.
I have to admit that I actually found it quite upsetting.
Although this clearly had to happen, when I first started the process of talking to the bank and getting the ball rolling I have to admit that I actually found it quite upsetting. This was the home my two girls had been brought up in – Elisa was born in the front room – and my wife and I had spent our married life in. I can’t say entire married life because, well, we’re still married and she’s off living with someone else but that’s by-the-by.
Getting the house sorted out is a positive step; a good thing. It’s been full of memories, good and bad, and once it’s finally mine I can make the changes to it I’ve been wanting to do since the day she left; changes that will make it my home not our home, a place where new memories can be made.
Once this is done it only leaves one more tie that needs to be cut before the separation is complete – the dreaded “D” word. I guess I’ll be asked about that around the end of September this year as she and I will have been separated for two years at that point. Shocking!
There will always be one thing linking her and I together for quite a few years to come: the girls. Until they reach adulthood there will always be a need for us to communicate and work together. Not a pleasant thought. Moving on would have been considerably easier without them but I couldn’t imagine not having had them and I have never wished, nor will I ever wish, I’d never had them. They are my shining light and no matter what’s going on in my life/head just hearing their voices is enough to put a smile on my face.
So here’s looking forward to the end of tomorrow and a good reason to celebrate with a few glasses of bubbly. One down…one to go!