Out with the old, in with the new...

Old friends get in touch, troublesome relationships fizzle out, we move out and move on. Such is one intricate spot on life's rich tapestry or so we believe. So what do we do when life turns sour? I can only speak personally. I pick myself up and carry on; it's all I know how to do. My husband of 6 years quit his job and moved across country to his mother's home. He did not discuss the decision to quit with me until after the fact. He seems quite bemused as to why I am reacting in such a hostile manner. He doesn't understand why I feel betrayed and abandoned and claims that he never intended for me to feel that way. I suppose I am being unreasonable also when I feel like cramming his intentions onward and upward, further up and farther in - to misquote CS Lewis. So, alone and abandoned - am I feeling sorry for myself? Strangely no. I am actually enjoying the space, the freedom, the control. Our utilities will not be cut off ever again as they were several times earlier this year because I now have a say where the money goes and can make sure it goes on the right things at the right time. Don't get me wrong, there are some inconveniences - the downstairs furnace is faulty and has had to be turned off - it's now freezing downstairs with only the fireplace to keep the chill off in the evening. But upstairs is just toasty as it has a separate furnace in the roof space. I still have no clothes drier - ours packed up back in the summer and said husband neglected to have it repaired or replaced - he couldn't afford it or so he said. But I'm known now at the launderette - the regulars on Tuesday night nod like old aquaintances might.What does the future hold? Who knows. 2006 could be an auspicious year with many different opportunities. I'll keep you posted...
(Edited as said husband objected to 'falsehoods' - happy now, loser?)

Season of Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness

So, at the end of October, a huge chapter in my life ended. The husband, who I gave up my life in Britain for, chucked his job and announced he was moving back to Utah. When I expressed my dismay, he appeared surprised. So our house would be repossessed, we have no health insurance and I will have to run this house and provide for my kids alone - why was I getting so upset? It's no wonder he hasn't been able to talk with me about this if this is how I react! How can I be so selfish and self absorbed - fancy worrying about how I'll manage and the effect on my kids - the main point is he is happier away from that job. Shouldn't I be happy too?
DS came home finally from Missouri - all buffed up and ready to go. His unit deploys to Iraq next year and he's keen as mustard to get in there and do his bit.
DH moved away mid month - he took as much of his stuff as he could pack but didn't have much to say about when, if ever, he planned to provide the means for us to join him. I'm afraid he's full of it. He likes to be married but doesn't know what being a husband entails. So I'm done with that - nevermore, quoth the raven.
Signing off to stretch out in my big old bed...
(edited as DH pointed out some falsehoods in this post - I corrected the typos)