Lil update from me...
I've had an exhausting weekend, emotionally and physically. I went to collect my belongings on Saturday and got it all done, but when I had to say to goodbye I felt like I was right back at square one again just like I was the night we originally split
It was difficult, she insisted that if we can both handle it, to stay in touch and be friends from it all...one thing I can't take away is that we do get along ridiculously well.
But I kept a stiff upper lip, had a few silent tears and walked tall to the van and drove back to Essex, fully intent on not visiting Herne Bay for a long, long time. I need to get my head straight before going there again.
I got it all indoors and then when I sat down felt good, initially. My place was full of stuff, admittedly piled up and looking like a squatters place but hey, I had my stuff back.
2-3hours later after I was done working, I completely freaked out. Everywhere I looked I saw boxes, boxes and more boxes. It reminded me of the whole thing. Despite what I had already done that day I unpacked for a full 3 hours to get rid of every box and it felt amazing. Books on the shelves, glasses in the cupboards...felt like home again very very quickly.
That took me up to 2am, so after 20 hours of physical abuse I went to bed.
Sunday some friends came over and helped me finish unpacking and sorting out, by the afternoon it was very much looking exactly how I want it and now all I need to do is sort out my clothes out of bags, but I'm buying temporary storage tonight and then will do that which won't take long
I've had an exhausting weekend, emotionally and physically. I went to collect my belongings on Saturday and got it all done, but when I had to say to goodbye I felt like I was right back at square one again just like I was the night we originally split

It was difficult, she insisted that if we can both handle it, to stay in touch and be friends from it all...one thing I can't take away is that we do get along ridiculously well.
But I kept a stiff upper lip, had a few silent tears and walked tall to the van and drove back to Essex, fully intent on not visiting Herne Bay for a long, long time. I need to get my head straight before going there again.
I got it all indoors and then when I sat down felt good, initially. My place was full of stuff, admittedly piled up and looking like a squatters place but hey, I had my stuff back.
2-3hours later after I was done working, I completely freaked out. Everywhere I looked I saw boxes, boxes and more boxes. It reminded me of the whole thing. Despite what I had already done that day I unpacked for a full 3 hours to get rid of every box and it felt amazing. Books on the shelves, glasses in the cupboards...felt like home again very very quickly.
That took me up to 2am, so after 20 hours of physical abuse I went to bed.
Sunday some friends came over and helped me finish unpacking and sorting out, by the afternoon it was very much looking exactly how I want it and now all I need to do is sort out my clothes out of bags, but I'm buying temporary storage tonight and then will do that which won't take long
