I got an email the other day telling me someone had made a comment on my blog. So I popped over here, and, according to the stats, people are still reading it, even though I haven’t added a new post since August. You crazy folk.
Well…here comes the sentence I honestly never thought I would write: Andy and I split up a few weeks before Christmas, on November 28 to be precise. Great timing – Christmas and New Year are a bit of a blur.
It was horrible, I cried so much and so long that after a few days I couldn’t even open my eyes without them hurting. Everything I thought I had I don’t, and all the plans we had are just a memory. I am struggling, if I’m honest. I know people break up all the time, but we’ve been inseparable for over seven years, that’s almost my entire twenties, the years when you find out who you are and where you’re going. And I don’t know the answers to either of those things anymore. We’re not talking about just anyone… we’re talking about the man who got me up Catbells when I’d convinced myself I couldn’t do it, and who wiped away my tears outside the Cotswald Outdoor shop when they looked me up and down and told me they had nothing to fit. He just knew me.
I wish I could say he treated me badly, or that he is seeing someone else, but the truth is that I’ve barely seen him since he started his new job last year, he needs to sort his flat out and find somewhere to live closer to the office, and he’s just so tired and stressed all the time that all we’ve been doing is sniping at eachother. So, photographic industry, and more specifically the company he works for… there you go… you’ve worn my man down to a workaholic shadow of his former self, and you’ve broken my heart into the bargain. Thank you, thanks a bunch.
So… that’s my news. Oh, and I did finally move house in October, to my flat, which is lovely, yet lonely at times. I’m even thinking of getting a cat!
Anyway…this is supposed to be about outdoors things and getting fit… but I’ve lost my partner in crime, don’t feel particularly adventurous at the moment and can’t look at my outdoor gear without wanting to cry at the lovely memories it brings back. Sorry.
