This time a year ago I was pregnant for a fifth time. It wasn’t meant to be and the miscarriage (the only one that has ever had a reason – chromosomal abnormality) happened whilst Al was away in Tucson. I spent a week off work recovering whilst watching the Winter Olympics and repainting the living room. It was of course to be my fourth and final miscarriage as come April the decision to stop trying was finally made and after I’d sorted my head and heart out during my week in Sydney in May I honestly thought everything was going to be just fine with me, the hubby and B.
Not so. A year on and I’m sat here typing away four months into our separation still waiting to gain some closure on everything as he hasn’t quite moved out yet and wondering how on earth B is going to take the news when we finally tell her. But what can you do – you can’t make someone love you or want to be with you if they don’t want to.
And whilst I could go into detail about how I feel, I am going to refrain but have decided that, and with a slightly heavy heart, to sign off Mupsy for one final time as it is no longer “me, the hubby & B”.
I will remain glad, however, that I was able to have captured so many memories and events, both happy and sad, from our lives together that otherwise would have been long forgotten, and look forward to the day when I shall read back through the past six and a bit years with huge fondness and most importantly, a big smile of what once was.