My breakups were sort of like that, but less "we'll break up at a future date" and more "we'll break up now but keep having sex and in every other way dating for a while".

I'm kind of sitting here picturing Steph with her jaw still dropping at my response. Come back everyone!

Heh. No, I was actually working.

Like I said before, I'm in awe of your maturity. And practicality (about deciding that you should split, but not until you did all the stuff that you had already planned).

I think that even if a partner and I amicably realized that we had no future and should therefore part ways, once that decision was made, I couldn't stick around for a month. Because I'd just be thinking, "Well, this [concert/play/whatever] is nifty, but I guess that's the last time we'll ever go to a [concert/play/whatever] together." And it would upset me. Or piss me off.

I guess I'm too emotional. If I thought that a partner and I shouldn't be together, I couldn't agree to "Yes, we'll break up, but not for a month. Try to ignore the death knell, would you?" Because if I like him enough to spend another month with him, then I wouldn't break up in the first place.

Maybe I'm too simplistic as well as too emotional.

Why should we have a big dramatic breakup if it's not necessary? Why can't we celebrate what we had...what we did for each other...and move on to the next phase of our lives?

I guess it's not the lack of drama that I'm confused by, as much as the "decide to break up....but not YET" part. But it obviously works for the two of you, which is the only thing that's important for your relationship.

Work? You're not supposed to do that!

Em, I think we could go on like that for a long time (with the hanging out and having sex), but I wouldn't move on. And I need to move on. So, we'll see how it plays out. That's kind of why we set an end-date to it. Because we both knew that we were happy enough that we could do that for a long time, but we needed an end date. So, there you have it.

And I do wonder if I have a shorter fuse about certain things (like the dishes) because I know that they're just not worth addressing long-term.

I am worried what next week will look like, though. I went from being with the kiddos to being sick to seeing CBD every night, and next week it'll be just me. Maybe that will be good. Maybe that will be terrifying.

Em, I think we could go on like that for a long time (with the hanging out and having sex), but I wouldn't move on.

Well, in one case I left the state and in the other he left the country, so you're right, a hard end had to be provided eventually.

So, totally unrelated, I'm having a horrible writing block. I've been trying to work on a couple of different pieces using some advice from one of my professors. I'm trying to write an account, rather than a story. So, there is no point, other than to write an account. I can't seem to write like that.

The funny thing is that we're supposed to be being very nonjudgmental of the situation...not evaluating the situation, just writing what happened. But, instead of this working easily for me, I'm judging everything I write: "Oh, that's evaluating. Stop that!" "Oh, that's working towards a lesson. Stop that!" Etc.

Grrrr.

Ok. I must now die. Srsly.

t dies and is ded

Ok. I must now die. Srsly.

Performs mouth to mouth on Aims.

What? I'm helping...

Partly, but mostly because I am sick as fuck. I've had a fever since Monday, but I've been at work all week cause our receptionist has some horrible virus and has been out since Monday and I'm her back up. Plus, I have two meetings today, one wbout our audit next week, one about our move next month, and I have to get our lunch order in for tomorrow's monthly staff meeting and talk to boss about my part int he meeting tomorrow.

I am miserable and I want nothing more than to go home and crawl into bed and sleep for days.

(((Empress)))

I join Steph in the "Impressed-by-vw's-maturity' corner.

So, today I had a parent-teacher meeting at 7.45, taught my kids, had parent-teacher meetings from 3pm to 5.15pm, dashed home, jumped into the shower, pulled on a cleavage-to-waist black frock and heels (HEELS, FOR FUCK'S SAKES!!!), jumped in a taxi to The British Culb, attended the AGM of my Theatre Group (in capacity as committee person), drank quite a lot of rum, scoffed yummy Indian food, then hosted 'The Bobs' - our equi;valent of the Oscars.

My opening quip?

t cringe-inducing rum-laced wit

"The Oscars were brought to you Hugh Jackman. The Bobs are brought to you by Huge Cleavage. I think you win."

t / cring-inducing rum-laced wit

(The cleavage was...excessive. And the shocking pink plunge bra did make various appearances during the evening, but that was okay because it co-ordinated with my scarf. I figured it was good distraction from me not knowing what the flying fuck I was doing, and being full of rum. In a Cap'n Jack Sparrow fashion.)

Oh, also - I won a Bob! It was for...I forget. Something sartorial, anyway, and cleavage-related, which seemed apposite.

stares fondly at little golden statuette

...I am full of rum and curry. Also, fittingly I have a nice new bob. Angled bob, I mean. With a fringe. Although you allc them bangs, which si distracting.