Freezin and pondering on a Friday Mornin | gdgtgrl's Blog

I'm sitting her in my kitchen (my own kitchen) on a -22 Canadian morning.  Dylan (the puppy) is happily chasing his tennis ball around the living room, and listening to the CBC (our version of NPR) & finally having a minute to relax again.  Life has been suprisingly hectic since the separation.  First moving, then Dylan, then Christmas has made life busy.  I'm settled now - I finally have shelves and curtains up (thanks to a handyman I paid) and working less since I picked up 2 more courses. (I'll talk about father hotness later).

Everyone in my family seems to want to keep my weekends busy though! Every time I turn around, my mom wants me to come to Brantford.  Which is fine, she needs to focus on someone now that my Dad has died.  It's not like I don't have stuff to do on the weekends though.  Three essays, 2 midterms, and a puppy - I AM BUSY.  I indulge her though, she needs it.

For the first time since the whole episode I felt genuinely bad for my ex the other day.  We had "the meeting" where issues get brought forward.  It turns out that my equalization payment is substansial. Enough that I know he isn't sure where he'll get the $.  Enough for a fresh start for me.  I feel bad that he has to come up with this, has no idea how, and is realizing now EXACTLY what no agreeing to fight for our marriage means.  It means I get the life I've been praying for.   He gets to figure out how to find this money and care for his dad. 

For now though I'll close...this is getting morose.