I've just got back from an intensive (and swelteringly hot!) week in Barcelona with my wife and daughters. In years to come we will remember the good bits of it, the best bits of it, as there were plenty of those, not the bits where one or all of us were suffering from heatstroke, me sweating like I was in a sauna the whole time or when the Barcelona metro ticket machine ate our ticket and we were trapped with no way out until a kindly fellow passenger rang for assistance for us.
My daughters, now, this week, go off to live over 250 miles away from me, with their mother, ironically in Devon (where I'm originally from). The irony of this can only be completed by the fact that I only moved to Lancashire in the first place at her behest, before our divorce.
My kids will now become - instead of weekly visitors - quarterly ones, at best, and possibly not even that. We'll speak online, and all, of course, and to be brutally honest even over the last week - my last chance to spend EVERY MOMENT with them - I found myself needing to find spaces to get away from their inane teenage chatter. And when they're at my house, I hate the way they mess everything up and I can't watch what I want. But by the love of living fuck, I know I'm going to miss all of that. All of it. So I just feel like crying, and I don't want them to go, and that it's not fair, and there's absolutely fuck all I can do to stop it happening.
That is all. I think I just needed to say all of that out loud on here, because I can't say it to them, or their mother, or anywhere else, and OTF is just the best place for this kind of stuff. And yeah, I have been into the duty free gin a tad.
My daughters, now, this week, go off to live over 250 miles away from me, with their mother, ironically in Devon (where I'm originally from). The irony of this can only be completed by the fact that I only moved to Lancashire in the first place at her behest, before our divorce.
My kids will now become - instead of weekly visitors - quarterly ones, at best, and possibly not even that. We'll speak online, and all, of course, and to be brutally honest even over the last week - my last chance to spend EVERY MOMENT with them - I found myself needing to find spaces to get away from their inane teenage chatter. And when they're at my house, I hate the way they mess everything up and I can't watch what I want. But by the love of living fuck, I know I'm going to miss all of that. All of it. So I just feel like crying, and I don't want them to go, and that it's not fair, and there's absolutely fuck all I can do to stop it happening.
That is all. I think I just needed to say all of that out loud on here, because I can't say it to them, or their mother, or anywhere else, and OTF is just the best place for this kind of stuff. And yeah, I have been into the duty free gin a tad.
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