There are many titles this post could have had:
"The One With The Big Reveal"
"The One Where I Break Someone's Heart"
"The One Where I Finally Come Clean"
"The One Where I Did Warn You That I'm A Psychopathic Bitch Whore Didn't I?"
"The One Where I Can't Help The Way I Feel"
..."The One Where I'm Just Not Ready To Talk About It Yet"
In fact, really, I probably should have picked the last one. That sums up how I'm feeling right now. I'm just not ready to talk about it yet.
Remember NNB? I can't really remember how much I have said about him recently. NNB my "saviour", NNB who was so wonderful with Piglet, so good to me, and just generally an incredibly nice man? I haven't written my "catch-up" post yet- mainly because it involves divulging a lot of information that I'm just not ready to talk about yet- but Piglet and I moved in with NNB. We'd pretty much been living together since last October but only made it properly official in December/January. That was when I got rid of my flat. When we moved in with NNB I believed it was what I wanted. I thought it made sense. I thought that...it was right.
It was good. For a while. I could say a lot on the matter but I'm just not ready to talk about it yet.
The 18th March 2016 began like any normal day in the NNB-Bones-Piglet household. NNB got ready for work. I got Piglet ready for nursery. I gave them both a kiss and told them that I loved them. And they left.
And whilst my boyfriend took my baby to nursery, and went to work, and did all the normal things that happen on a Monday, I began to pack mine and Piglet's belongings. And then I did the two things that I do best:
I wrote. And I ran.
NNB returned that evening to a half empty flat, and a letter.
I thought that letter was going to be the hardest thing I would ever have to write but it came surprisingly easily. I can't remember exactly what I said- or maybe I can but I'm just not ready to talk about it yet. I can't really remember much of the specifics of the day in all honesty. But to paraphrase: I'm sorry, I love you but this isn't what I want. I'm just not happy.
I called nursery and informed them that nobody else is to collect Piglet other than me from now on. And when I brought Piglet home, it was to a new home. Another one.
This all probably seems very sudden. And it was in some respects. There were events leading up to me leaving that I could use to explain my actions but I'm just not ready to talk about them yet.
So, once again we are Team Mummy Piglet. I am having to re-learn the art of the single mother (although one could argue that description is not strictly true- but I'm just not ready to talk about that yet).
I have spoken to NNB since we left. He is hurt. And angry. Which I understand. He wants to talk. I didn't think it was a good idea- I'm just not ready to talk about it yet, I said. However, I have agreed to meet with him on Monday. I would like to be his friend. I would like for him to continue to see Piglet if he so wishes. She adored him, and I wouldn't want to deprive her- or him- of the bond that they have struck up.
Piglet is fine. She's a resilient little thing- I suppose she's had to be. She is her normal cheerful (stubborn, cheeky) self. She's such a strong little girl. I'm sure she misses him though. Definitely misses the cat (wanders round the new flat- "Cat? Cat?"; "No Piglet, the cat isn't here. We had to say bye bye to cat"; "Ooh, cat"). I've tried to explain as much as I can to her but I'm not sure how much she understands. She must be so confused.
I feel....everything. I'm shocked by my range of emotions. I am happy. I am excited (something which I have not felt for an incredibly long time). I am sad. I am guilty. I am...fine. I will be fine. I'm making plans. I'm looking at going back to chemistry now that the self-appointed gap yah is coming to a close, and that excites me. I've got the marathon next month and that excites me. I'm independent again- and that really excites me.
At one time I would have liked things to work with NNB. And I really did think that they were going to. The problem is that I'm just not ready yet.
So, now we have a new beginning. Another one.
One day I will reveal all that happened. All that was done. And the story will make a lot more sense.
I'm just not ready to talk about it yet.