Packing

This is in the main a sex and  lifestyle blog but I am going to make no excuses for the fact that over the next few weeks much navel gazing will take place. I have around four weeks before I move from my home of 27 years and my emotions are a little raw. This post marks the fact I have begun the packing process.

I began to prepare for this moment last year. A fair amount of decluttering took place, but I like to keep some things close to me. Personal things that define me, my life and the family we have been. These include books, photos and CDs. Even though my entire catalogue of music is held on iTunes, I also have most of it in CD. There is music I have deleted from that collection because it might have been hubby’s preference but certainly not mine. It turns out that deleting digital records are less meaningful than giving up a CD.

It feels as if I am starting with the most difficult things first. Emotionally that is. for practical reasons I am beginning with the things i don’t physically need but tonight realised that this packing lark isn’t as straight forward as I imagined.

I have placed our photo albums and packets of photos in a pile. Much of that isn’t online anywhere and we will need to discuss who owns what. The CDs felt like an easy place to start. To some extent it is, he loves Motown, Whitney Houston, Barry White and so on. I have tastes that include The Beautiful South, REM and Robbie Williams. But there is significant overlap and so as I packed CDs I became incrementally indecisive.

Of course, he might decide that he wants none of the CDs, he may want to let me take all of our photos. There are books that I know belong to him, including some from childhood. Maybe he won’t want them either. Time will tell.

I might have been a little blasé about moving on from my marriage. After all, we have had enough time to think about it. But these decisions about who owns what will carry through to the bitter and. And we haven’t even got to the difficult stuff yet!

The right track

This week’s wicked Wednesday prompt is conviction. If my brain was working as maybe it ought to then I’d write some smutty and horny story about a convict. But instead it is a little weary from posting 31 times in April. The blogging A-Z kind of took it out of me. As usual I failed to plan and was often playing catch up. Sometimes there was a kink related theme, but often not. Interestingly I found the former easier to think about and deal with. A lesson for the future. Back to today though. Conviction in this case is about knowing I am actually on the right track with life and relationships.

Me and us

Our sex life is revitalised. Master seems to be over his shoulder problems, but more than that we have worked out ways of having sex without putting pressure on it. It’s taken us ages to realise that sex (at least at the beginning of a session) works better on our sides. For me, it seems to help with some of the pain issues I was having on penetration and for him his shoulder pain. Once we get going, then a variety of positions is possible. It is adding to Master’s confidence again and so our sex life. We are definitely on the right track. Next, hopefully our kink and play time will also be revitalised. Part of that has been about winter, cold weather and lack of opportunity. Which leads me onto the next exciting development.

Next chapter

Within the next month I will have resigned my job. I have told my boss and started to prepare to recruit a successor. I need to give 3 months notice and plan to leave at the end of August. This decision has been made because I recognise the emotional strain I am going to be under over the coming months. The house move / swap is now on and I will be moving out and my ex and his partner moving in. My half of the house will be sold to her and I will move in with Master. At last I am in the process of instructing a solicitor to proceed with he sale.

I would be naive to believe this wouldn’t be stressful. I have lived here for 27 years. It was our family home and it will be a strain to leave. But my future awaits me and our future awaits us. We are definitely on the right track. Updates to follow.

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Closure

Yesterday we said goodbye to my dad. The previous 10 days or so had been a flurry of activity; time spent with mum and the family, time organising the funeral and time at work. A Funeral is an interesting occasion I always think; both sad and happy in almost equal measures.

Seeing the flowers in the garden as I arrived at their house. My niece telling me she had written a poem for granddad and wanted to read it out, and in the next breath bursting into tears and saying she couldn’t. Followed by helping her write her card and slipping the poem behind it (later reading the beautiful words was both happy and sad). The relief at seeing both my ex sisters in law after they had said they wouldn’t be there. Seeing my brother, son and nephews carrying the coffin. Hearing my brother read out the words I had written for us all. Seeing my son and his cousins hugging each other in grief.

But what joy to see the 5 grandchildren and their respective girl and boyfriends eating lunch together, and chatting the entire afternoon was such a joy to see. Catching up with cousins I have not seen in months or even years in some cases. Seeing and hearing everyone enjoying recounting memories, enjoying each others company was great too. My relief at knowing the food had lived up to expectation and that mum was coping well.

A funeral is a ritual that we need to go through. It helps bring some kind of closure to the first part of our grieving process. I know we all have a long way to go, but yesterday helped.